I'm wishing for a happy ending.

The big brown male dog hobbled across the street. Like maybe it had been injured. Or had hip displacia. I wondered if it was in pain. As I passed by, it barked. A little menacingly, I thought. That brought another dog to the scene. A big white female, I think. She seemed to console him. They sat down together. The next day, the two dogs were in virtually the same place. This time the brown dog acted even more menacing. Approaching me. I kept going. I wondered what would happen on the third day. Both dogs were gone. I hope that the city of Carbonia in Sardinia has an animal shelter or a humane society. And that this all has a happy ending. –Jim Broede