This is the fence that separates my backyard from my neighbors. They used to have this loud dog, that barked all the time. But I noticed it sounded sad and lonely. I also noticed that it was outside all the time. Never inside. With all that free time, it always hit our fence, and bit, and slobbered over it everyday. Like it wanted to come to this side. Like it didn’t like where it lived. Like it wanted to go somewhere else. Then one day it disappeared. The barking stopped for good. Till this day, I wonder what happened to that loud, sad, dog.
If you saw a dog going to be crushed under a car, wouldn’t you help him? Oskar Schindler