some weeks ago answering to question somewhere what i was afraid of, my answer was nothing/no one. with saying that i excluded stuff like being old and sick, dying alone etc. but. one simple truth is that i am very afraid of dogs. i had forgotten it until this afternoon. no, don't expect scary blood story now, nothing happened for real.
anyways, i was on my way home from school, got out of a bus number 53 and stopped before crossing the big road. it was then when i felt something warm and wet touching my hand. like crazy drums went my heart as i saw that it is a big wolfhound looking at me. it seemed to be very calm at the beginning and because it had a collar I gazed around hoping to see its owner. nope, it was there alone. so i kept on walking expecting it to stay behind. ha. it walked along so close and touching my hand a couple of more times. and as i was getting more nervous it did so as well what scared me even more. maybe it was hungry. maybe lonely or lost. but to be very honest i just did not care. i was happy to close the gate after me. it stayed there looking at me for a while and then walked further.
i hope you are ok, doggy, but we have different ways to go...
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Coco Chanel or Kenzo?
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