I’ve been doing some traveling lately, and besides the airport bathrooms, unfamiliar city streets and cabs, there is one thing that I keep experiencing these days; homeless dogs.
Of course, being a dog lover, I immediately think “is that poor dog getting enough to eat”? I worry about where the dog is sleeping, what kind of diseases it might be carrying (and spreading) from life on the street, and so on. It’s heartbreaking to see a human living on sidewalks, and dogs are no different.
Then I start thinking about the person’s situation. Yes, perhaps they are unmotivated, lazy drug addicts or traveling nomads who just want a dog to keep them company. Or maybe this person went through something seriously distressing and the twists and turns of their life gave them no other option than to be homeless. But is it selfish to bring your dog along for the ride when you know it may be difficult or impossible to care for them? Should they be turned in to a shelter in the hopes of finding a better life, or stay with you because you raised them and they are a friend, a family member, a familiar and calming force in your life…
I can’t pretend to understand what it’s like to be in a situation where I don’t know when I’ll have my next meal. I don’t know if these people feed their dogs before they feed themselves. What I do know is that the bonds we form with our fur babies are deep, and impenetrable. Perhaps their dogs will give these displaced people a push towards productivity, a reason to try to clean up and find a job and therefore a place to live. Who knows. In the meantime, I’m praying for their safety and hope they and their owners get the warm beds they need. And I’ll be carrying more treats in my purse…















































