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&ilyscrawledsignonthecrumpledcardboardread:BROKE-NEEDDOGFOOD。ThedesperateyouhesigninonehandaheotherashepacedbadforthonthebusydowntownLasVegas。
Attachedtotheleashuphanayearold。Notfarfromthemwasanofthesamebreed,ppost。Hewashowlingintothebriskchilloftheapproaterevening,withawailthatcouldbeheardforblocks。Itwasasthoughheknewhisowhesignthatedohimread:FORSALE。
&ingaboutmyowion,Iquiedtheadeabeeliowardthehomelesstrio。Foryears,I‘vekeptdogandcatfoodirunkofmycarfryanimalsIoftenfnd。It’sbeenaingthoseI‘ttakein。It’salsowhatIveusedtoanyascareddogofftheroadtosafety。Helpingneedyanimalshasalwaysbeenanautomatie。
Ipullediparkinglotandgrabbedafivepoundbagofdogfood,aerofwateray-dollarbillfrommypurse。Iapproachedtheragged-lookingmanandhisunhappydogswarily。Ifthismathesecreaturesorwasusingthemase-ons,Iknewmyangerwouldquicklytakeover。Theatthesky,whiningpitifully。JustbeforeIreachedthem,atruckpulledupalohemandaskedhowmuwahe。
“Fiftybucks,”themanontheerreplied,thenaddedquickly,“butIreallydontwanttosellhim。”
“Ishepapered?”
“No。”
“Ishefxed?”
“No。”
“Howoldishe?”
&Ireallydontwanttosellhim。Ijustofeedhim。”
“IfIhadfftybucks,Idbuyhim。”Thelightturhetruckspedoff。
Themanshookhisheadandueddejectedlypagthesidewalk。Wheiingiiooppedwalkingandwatchedmeapproach。Thepupbeganwagginghistail。
“Hi,”Ioffered,asIdrewheyoungmaleandfriendly,andIsejustbylookingihewassomeoneinrealcrisis。
“Ihavesomefoodherefs,”Isaid。DumbfouhebagasIsetdowerinfrontofthem。
“Yhtwater,too?”heaskedincredulously。Webothkdowhe,andthepuppygreetedmeenthusiastically。
“Thato。dthisone‘sDog。I’mWayhesad,stenoughtoseewhatwasiainer。
“ened,Wayabitihealyandsimply。“Well,IjustmovedoutherefromArizonaabeeofndwork。I’matthepoievehedogs。”
“Whereareyouliving?”
“Inthattruckrightthere。”Hepoioadilapidatedoldvehiclethatarkedcloseby。Ithadaralohashell,soatleasttheyhadshelterfromtheelements。
Thepuphadylapaledin。Iaskedeofworkhedid。
“Imamedawelder,”hesaid,“Butthere‘snothingouthereforeither。I’velookedahesedogsaremyfamily;Ihatetohavetosellthem,butIjusttaffordtofeedthem。”
&sayingitoverandover。Hedidn‘twahem,buthe’tfeedthem。Anawfullookcameoverhisfaceeverytimeherepeatedit。Itwasasifhemighthavetogiveupachild。
&imeseemedrighttocasuallypassoverthetwenty-dollarbill,hopingIwouldntfurtherdamagehisalreadyshakypride。“Here。Usethistobuyyourselfsomethi。”
&hanks,”heslowlyreplied,uolookmeihiscouldgetusarht,too。”
“Howlonghaveyoubeenouthere?”
“Allday。”
“Hasopped?”
“。”Itwaslateafternoonandquicklygettingdark。Herei,whenthesuemperaturewoulddipiies。
Mymiofast-foricturedthethreeofthemgoingwithouteveoday,perhapsforseveraldays,andspendingmanylong,coldhourscoopedupintheirie,makeshiftshelter。
Seeingpeoplebegforfoodisn‘tahiscity。Butthismanstoodoutbecausehewasn’taskingforfoodforhimself。Hewasmoreedwithkeepinghisdogsfedthanwithhisownarentofnineassionatelyloveddogsofmyown,ithitadeepe。
Idon‘tthinkI’lleverreallyknowwhateatthatmoment,inspiriodowhatIdidIjustkwassomethingIhadtodo。IaskedhimifhedwaitthereforafewmiilIreturned。Henoddedhisheadandsmiled。
Mycarfewtrocerystwithurgency,Iradtookholdofacart。Istartedoaisleanddidn‘tquituheothersideofthestore。Theitems’tbepulledofftheshelvesfastenough。Justtheessentials,Ithought。Justfoodthatleofweeksandsustaintheirmeagerexisteerandjelly。Bread。edfood。Juice。Fruit。Vegetables。Dogffood(fortypou)。Aheyshouldhavesometreats,too。Afewotherhejobwasdone。