Two Dogs
10 December, 2009 | Teodros Kiros (PhD)
her owner, pointing to his lady partner, who is finishing a muffin, and says to her
“Look! Shiva is doing the shiver, again.”
His partner grinned in full agreement. Both are convinced that Shiva is simply
seeking attention.
George is gazing at the customers inside, as if he is wondering about them,
amazed that there are two ignored beings outside, long stereotyped, as if they
are born to suffer the cold, the heat and much else that nature has two offer,
without complaint.
George says to himself,
“Oh, who cares about how we feel, as long as we are petted, sometimes against
our will. We can’t even say no, when just about any body can touch us, even
when we don’t want them to.”
While he is thus thinking, an old woman, on her way out, touches his nose, his
eyes, his ears and his entire face. George tries to bark her away, but she
would not relent, and he finally gives in to her moves, in utter frustration.
In the mean time, Shiva is shivering, and this time, she barks helplessly. Her
owner inside, still thinks that she is playing the shiver.
The owner says again,
“Look! The shiver again. She will soon figure out what to do, and cuddle under
George.”
He laughs.
Shiva says to herself,
“They think I am playing, right. They will soon find out.”
Her owners, petted George and Shiva, and put them in the back sit and drove
home. On the way home, Shiva looked very uncomfortable and George was
stroking
his companion of the last four years.
As soon as they arrive, early in the evening, they put their daughter in bed,
and command George and Shiva to their dinky room. They turn all the lights off
and go to bed.
The night is cold. Silence invades the house. More silence, as the evening is
slowly turning into a deep night.
In the meantime, Shiva is getting weaker by the second, and George is helplessly
looking at her.
Silence. More silence. Soon does the morning arrive. George looks disturbed,
and barks bitterly for the last time.
George is no more. Two days later, Shiva follows him. Tom and Tina call the
Doctor, and they are told that- Shiva died from a rare pneumonia, and George
died from some nameless disease.
10 December, 2009 | Teodros Kiros (PhD)
- Two dogs are anxiously waiting
for their owners at the entrance
to a café on a bitterly cold winter
early evening.
George, the older one, is jet
black, well coated, a sort of
depressed, as if he is tired of life.
He looks lifeless, with tired eyes,
barely focused. To his immediate
left, is Shiva, freshly shaved,
emaciated, and restlessly dancing
her owner, pointing to his lady partner, who is finishing a muffin, and says to her
“Look! Shiva is doing the shiver, again.”
His partner grinned in full agreement. Both are convinced that Shiva is simply
seeking attention.
George is gazing at the customers inside, as if he is wondering about them,
amazed that there are two ignored beings outside, long stereotyped, as if they
are born to suffer the cold, the heat and much else that nature has two offer,
without complaint.
George says to himself,
“Oh, who cares about how we feel, as long as we are petted, sometimes against
our will. We can’t even say no, when just about any body can touch us, even
when we don’t want them to.”
While he is thus thinking, an old woman, on her way out, touches his nose, his
eyes, his ears and his entire face. George tries to bark her away, but she
would not relent, and he finally gives in to her moves, in utter frustration.
In the mean time, Shiva is shivering, and this time, she barks helplessly. Her
owner inside, still thinks that she is playing the shiver.
The owner says again,
“Look! The shiver again. She will soon figure out what to do, and cuddle under
George.”
He laughs.
Shiva says to herself,
“They think I am playing, right. They will soon find out.”
Her owners, petted George and Shiva, and put them in the back sit and drove
home. On the way home, Shiva looked very uncomfortable and George was
stroking
his companion of the last four years.
As soon as they arrive, early in the evening, they put their daughter in bed,
and command George and Shiva to their dinky room. They turn all the lights off
and go to bed.
The night is cold. Silence invades the house. More silence, as the evening is
slowly turning into a deep night.
In the meantime, Shiva is getting weaker by the second, and George is helplessly
looking at her.
Silence. More silence. Soon does the morning arrive. George looks disturbed,
and barks bitterly for the last time.
George is no more. Two days later, Shiva follows him. Tom and Tina call the
Doctor, and they are told that- Shiva died from a rare pneumonia, and George
died from some nameless disease.
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