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第21章 他有一个温暖的家Home2（第1页）

第21章他有一个温暖的家Home（2）

Hewaslyinginthreeier。WhenItouchedhim，hedidhoughtheutmyhandsarouaohisfeet。Hestoodunsteadilyinthepuddle，hisheadhuattheendofhisneck。Halfhisbodywascoveredwithmange。Hisfloppyearswerejusthairlesspiecesoffleshdottedwithopensores。

“eon。”Isaid，hopingIwouldocarryhisiedcarcasstoshelter。Histailwaggedondheploddedweaklyafterme。Iledhimtoaothebar，wherehelayontheentandclosedhiseyes。

AblockawayIcouldseethelightsofalatenightcestore。Itwasstillopen。IboughtthreesofAlpoahemihercoat。IwaswetanduglyandtheclerklookedrelievedasIleft。Therace-typeexhaustsonmyoldHarleyDavidsohewindowsinthebarasIrodebacktothebar。

Thebarmaidopeheeandsaidthedog’sname。ShetoldmehewasaboutayearoldandthathisooGermahimoeallthreesofdogfoodiringsinglenessofpurpose。Iethim，buthesmelledlikedeathandlookedevenwoodluck。”Isaid。Thengotonmybikeandrodea>

&dayIgotajadumptruallpavingpany。AsIhauledaloadofgravelthroughtheteroftostandingonthesidewalkhebar。IyelledtohimandthoughtIsawhistailwag。Hisreaefeelgood。

AfterwhtthreemoresofAlpoandacheeseburger。Mynewfriendaogetheronthesidewalk。Hefinishedhisfirst。

&night，whenIbroughthisfood，hewelewithwildenthusiasm。Nowandthen，hismalnsbudhefelltothepavement。Otherhumaedhimaedhim，butnowhehadafriendandhisappreorethanobvious。

IdidhedayasIhauledloadafterloadupthemaihebar。Iwonderedifsomeoakenhimhome。

AfterworkIparkedmyblackHarleyoahesidewalklookingforhim。IwasafraidofwhatIwouldfind。Hewaslyingonhissideinanalleynearby。Histoiandoipofhistailmoved>

Thelocalveterinarianwasstillathisoffice，soIborrotruployerahelimpmohecab。“Isthisy”thevetaskedaftergthepitifulspethatlayhelplesslyonhisexaminingtable。

“No，”Isaid，“he’sjustastray。”

&hebeginningsofdistemper，”thevetsaidsadly，“Ifhedoeshekihinguthimoutofhismisery。”

Iputmyhandonthedog’sshytailthumpedweaklyagaiaiable。Isighedloudly。“He’sgotahome。”Isaid。

Forthesandtwodays，thedog—InamedhimShep—layonhissideinmyapartment。Myroommateahwaterinhismouthandtryiosscrambledeggs。He’tdoit，butwheouchedhim，histailwaggedslightlyattheverytip。

Atabout10：00a。m。ohirdday，Iweoopemeelephoaller。AsIsteppedthroughthedoor，Iwastenedbyajumping，wigglingmassofeuphoricmutt。Shephadrecovered。

Withtime，themangystarvingdogthatnearlydiedinmylivingroomgrewiy-poundblouscle，withamassivedasuperthickcoatofshinyblaytimes，whenlonelinessanddepressioeofme，ShephasreturnedmyfavorbyshmewithhisunbridledfriendshipuntilIhadosmileandtrademymelanchameoffetch-the-stick。

WhenIlookbaseethatShepahelowpointofbothofourlives。Butweareersanymore。I’dsaywe’vebothe。