A Dog With No Name

A sliver of a sun beam shone across the face of the dog.  As the dog stirred awake he quickly realized he was alone.  The goats had gone to pasture.  The dog began to stretch, but pain ripped through his hind leg from last nights injury.     He rose awkwardly on three legs and hobbled over to the water bowl.  He lapped as the water refreshed him. The dog knew a human would likely come in to clean the goat's shelter.  The smell of urine was strong.  So the dog knew he would have to find another place to hide during the day.   He limped out of the small cave and along the rock face wall.  He returned to the small hole in the fence wall and slipped through back into the alley. Hugging the shadows,  he worked his way towards the street.  There were so many new scents and sounds, indicating that even more people had come into town overnight.  As he glimpsed at the street from the shadows of the alley he saw the small town w...

A dog with no name limped into the alley and pressed his injured body against the cold stone foundation of a small house.  He tried to disappear into the safety of the shadows, hoping he was alone as he examined his left flank.  The slice in his hide had stopped bleeding, the fur caked with congealed blood and dirt from the road.    The dog tried to put weight onto his left hind leg then yelped in pain.  It throbbed but he summoned up the courage not to whimper. The dog was confused by the recent increase in the numbers of people entering this little town. He became nocturnal so to avoid them.  But this evening as he tried to cross the street to a dependable source of food he could not dodge the horse's hooves quickly enough and he got clipped and tumbled between the horse and the cart it was pulling. The dog needed to find shelter closer than where he normally hid during the daylight hours.    He limped to the end of the alley.  To his l...