last friday i went out of the house, crossed the garden, opened the car door, and freezed. Something was looking at me. A dog. It was standing 10 metres behind the car, and neither of us knew if the other had friendly intentions.
“Who the hell are you, dog? How did you get here?”
The back gate was open, so it had probably come through the fields. My voice sounded friendly enough, because the dog walked towards me with a happy face. I don’t particularly like dogs. I don’t like the smell, the drool.. cats are soft and fluffy, and most of all they don’t jump on your brand new silk skirt with muddy paws.
But this dog looked so sweet and happy to see me, that i had to touch it. I went back in to call my grandparents in case they had heard of a missing dog among the neighbours, but nobody answered. When i went out again, the dog was sitting in the car waiting for me, as if we had driven around together every day for years. I was a bit sad that i had to leave to work, i wanted to keep the dog in the garden until i came back, but he kept following my car out the gate and i didn’t want him to be crushed on the road. I had to close him out of the back gate. He didn’t say anything, he just followed me as i showed him out, and disappeared in the fields.
I still hope he comes back.