A Doggy Tale
12/August/2007 Filed in:
JottingsThis morning a lovely old Border terrier turned up at our door, a little the worse for the rain, collarless and half-blind. She was offered a drink and a fragment of crumbled biscuit, then we set about finding her owner. In a village, there are three sources of information: the church, the pub and the village shop. It was too early for church, the pub is somewhere we never go(!), so that left only the village shop; and of course, we had the answer within minutes. Star was duly reunited with her owner. Neighbourliness is something we take for granted when we are blessed with it, and lament when we live as strangers to each other. I could not help thinking that unless we make the effort to be good neighbours, we cannot expect others to be neighbourly to us. The village shop knew that Star was lost and helped us find her owner. Being neighbourly to a dog may not sound like much, but in England it is a good way of making new friends.