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  • Thursday, January 29, 2009


    Good Deed of the Day

    Mum and I walked to the nearby market to eat lunch, and on our way home, we saw a golden retriever walking (alone) about 10 steps ahead of us. We watched this dog (let's call him Paws)navigate its way from the market to its 'destination', wherever it might have been. It just so happened that Paws was taking the same route as we were. Once we walked further along the route, the dog crossed the street, and pointed its snout at the gate of one of the houses. It was then, that mum and I realised that Paws wanted to go home, but had no one to let him in.

    As we wanted to cross the street to ring the doorbell for him, Paws crossed back to the side of the street that we were standing on, to what I choose to believe was to call us over; and that was what we did.

    Although seeming like a very simple task, no one was answering the door. It was at this point when we heard Paws crying, desperately trying to go home. He was standing close to me as if he knew we were the only ones there to help at the time. Not drained of ideas, mum went over to the next house to ask for help. So the friendly maid at the next house called over to Paws' house to grab someone's attention.

    The gate of Paws' home opened, and he went straight in and up the staircase, probably trying to find food and water. The maid then told us that he had run away, and thanked us for helping.

    Now, Paws is safe again and hopefully we wont be seeing him without a leash next time. We're so glad that we could do a good deed today.

    -M

    I guess this is a beautiful mistake too...1:43 PM


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