Picture this.
I drive along a military road everyday. A few days ago, at a particular bend, I had to swerve hard to avoid what looked like the carcass of a dead dog.
The next day driving through the road, I saw that the dog was still at the same spot, (on the edge of the road), now swathed in a blanket and being fed milk and biscuits by the villagers.
This continued for the next few days.
Few observations:
1. I wonder why they did not move the dog off the street.
2. Reaffirms my belief that human beings are inherently good. Goodness is innate in all of us. (Though some duffers like me drive through other’s pain….)
3. Did the dog actually eventually survive?
Sometimes the phrase “it’s a dog’s life” can mean so much more.
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