Aperro

End of October: lots of excitement among our dogs, woof woof, bark bark. Usually that means: cat. Or hedgehog. Or an airplane (Zoomba). Not this time. Two pups in the riego tube in front of our house. Quite shy. hm.. Not very approachable. Put down a saucer with some dog biscuits, and some water. That did get eaten when we were not near.

Contacted some near charities. To no avail. Patas had the usual story: we're full. Others advised us to wait and see if the mother was around. Indeed, the next day we saw her. And the (possible) dad: a big white labrador-ish one. They looked quite happy, and were rummaging around. A bit of a relief.

Till November 16-17th, when there were heavy rains. The neighbour Spanish lady came to our gate that there was a puppy in the lemon grove that was not doing well.
"He was sitting down all the time."
You don't catch him?
"No, I go to Jaen today."

We went over there, but nothing. An hour later there was. I heard faint squeals. And there he was, lying on the ground, soaking wet and cold. Picked him up, took him home. He smelled a bit odd. Garlic? Towels to dry him off. Into the bench. Two bottles with warm water. Covered by towels. Hope he recovers.

But, he did not.

Bye beautiful dog we will not know, or him us.

And the other one?

Is it life? Nature? Destiny?

I do know it is sad.