Day 282: The Poster-Puppy
I was walking the cold streets this morning, feeling very lonely and chilly and hungry and dirty and unsure of what to do, when, I saw the first friendly-looking face since I became homeless. It was on a little black and white poster. When I got closer, I realized that not only did the poster-puppy have a friendly, fuzzy face, but he was quite dashing to boot!
Reading the caption, I saw that the gorgeous little pup was lost, and his friends wanted him back home. Poor thing, I thought knowingly, the street is no place for such an adorable creature... I (if anyone) would know that...
Then it struck me just who I was looking at.