a dog running on the berm of the muddy road at night potential roadkill driving home from the hospital in the new Ford Pinto at first, didn't know what it was loping next to the car raining cats and dogs, wipers clacking like mad the poor visibility impulsively stopped & whistled the dog surprisingly came up to the rolled down window of a terrier breed sad dark booger-cornered eyes the gray old vagabond had me at hello took him home to find its caregiver or be one the car upholstery - now broke in but shaking all over the thankful eyes met mine examined him closely; so in need of a friend - him too street savvy deep, intelligent eyes stinking of garbage cans & poor toilet habits at home by the living-room lamp the wounds & deep gashes split the legs poor old bugger was covered maggot-infested sores charcoal-gray with long legs & whiskers resembling a figaro mustache decided to shower him upstairs made the tub sooty black bathroom eau de dirty dog 3 days of scrubbing deodorizing tended the wounds called him just what he was - Hobo the old dog and I danced together many-a-day for he could stand, dance, and smile like no other dog ever met, or ever would– with his laughing wide grins 4.5 10/10
Hobo
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d.a.simpsonwriter
March 28, 2022 at 1:24 pm
Brilliant write ✍❤
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