I dog am

The first emotion I felt upon seeing this little dog sniffing around under litter for something edible was pity. The second was anger, at the person who had left him here, tied to the tree. Slowly, as I circled him, I began to feel his quiet acceptance of the circumstances, and I watched as he settled on the cardboard, which had clearly been placed there for his comfort, to await with soulful patience the return of his human companion, a car guard of precious little means who appeared, beaming, with a half-loaf of bread in his hands.