[NymMoondown]

Stray

601 Dogwood street. It was the last house on the right. I had only stopped becauseI wasn't sure where I needed to be--an interesting concept, traveling somewherewithout any real destination. I had rolled down my windows; I told myself it wasbecause I need to be able to see the house numbers better, but really I just wanted to escape that humid, earthly smell that a green pepper pizza has. I was about to pull my car into the driveway when, out of nowhere, a young black lab was stretching inches from my headlights. I immediately knew this was no ordinary dog. When I bring pizza to a house with a dog, they bark and bark and bark. This was no ordinary dog; he didn't bark, he wasn't even panting. He just stood there, his black saucer eyes fading to yellow in the light of my low beams; his sleek black fur marred by the ribs poking through his skin.
"Is he with you?" the Guy asked me as I handed him his pizza.
"No, I think he's with the street...." I say, waiting for the laugh. With a
confused look, Guy closed door. he didn't get it. Dog walks me back to my car.
I'ld give you a slice, but I'ld catch hell. You know that though..."

A stray Dog on Dogwood.

[coogle]

Nice