A Dog

As I walked to school this morning, a dog followed me all the way in a very close manner. I was extremely amazed by it, because he followed me so close that he might bump into my heels. I sometimes stopped to take a look at him and he would stop to sniff my feet, my leg and my bag. I thought that since I didn’t carry any meat with me, and I donot smell like a piece of meat either, he would then go away. But when I resume walking, he still followed me, very close. I couldn’t help but wonder he must love me!

I have always have a special passion for dogs, not only because my parents have raised a few of those loyally and faithfully creatures themselves, but also because I myself had a few very special encounters with them. Years ago, for 3 times, a kitten and two puppies had found their way to my door, and crying for help. But I left them to the hands of nature mother, and left to meet their destiny, because the living condition for me was rough back then, and I truly donot have what it takes to raise pets. However, I have regretted what I have done over the years and I secretly told myself, if such a thing happened again, I wouldnot sit idle without lending a helping hand.

At this moment, a sudden feeling struck me. Should I take him home and adopt him? A sense of responsibility was surging and overwhelmed me when the idea came to my mind. With the responsibility came a sense of panic. Do I have what it takes to take care a dog? Do I have the energy and time for him? How do I deal with many problems coming with it, sanitation for one thing? It is one thing that you make a decision and determined to love someone or something, but to shoulder responsibility and take care of them is another. At this point, I was at a loss, not knowing what to do. I condemned myself for this, which led me into a kind of sadness and powerlessness. Such a small creature, trusted you and followed you, and you just hesitated to react to that.

Now I have come to the school gate, where the guard prevented him from coming inside with me, he made several bold attempts but in vain. I said to the guard that it was ok that he came with me, but he wouldn’t, saying it’s the rules and regulations of this college. I have visited several great campus in china, and I could find street cats and dogs round campuses, feed by the students and residents there. Why can’t a campus take in a small dog? Or can I take in a small dog?

I have feed dogs many times with whatever in my hand, meat, cake bread, or sausage, and in all the cases, they turned down on my kindness. I wonder why, and came to the judgment that they must have feed by something much better and they have developed a special flavour, which made them couldn’t care less for my offerings that are perfectly good for a critical human being like me. But it suddenly dawned on me that what if it is because what they eat had always been so bad that when something good offered to them, they just wouldn’t take it? Is that possible that, they have lived in such a miserable condition that they just lost hope for anything good? Do we ever find the same situation in our lives?

When I was in classroom, I kept thinking about him, but what can I do? Or what should I do.