The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Must Love (Beware of) Dogs
It’s a damp Sunday morning. There’s a vague rain and a gray haze. Between the center of the city and the airport, patches of trees are a deep green like I’ve seen in the Pacific Northwest. Taxis and buses rush through, relocating puddles onto pedestrians. Graffiti covers every flat surface and a few corners as well. It’s early enough that a few people are dashing to make the train, and a handful hustle to church, but mostly the humans are scarce.
An old woman with a headband is feeding snacks to the dog under the “Beware Of Dog” sign. Outside the closed car repair, she stands by with a smile. She tosses nibbles between barbed wire and the fence as she chats with this four-legged acquaintance. She’s leaning in with joy. For a guard dog, he lays his guard down, happy to be tamed with treats.
–Budapest, Hungary.
Buddy. Also tamed by nice girls.
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
I love it. What’s not to love about someone feeding a warned-off dog ? [grin]
Here I am in my new persona, Paige – g’day !
🙂 Right, I didn’t get a look at the dog, only the warning, so perhaps the dog wasn’t very ominous after all. Maybe a bit bigger than my friend Buddy in the picture (with my niece’s Barbie collection).
Welcome to the new persona! I look forward to any and all M-R updates!
Paige
lovely
She made my rainy morning, for sure! 🙂
Paige
Oh this is great
Very lovely