A dog that’s roamed my neighbourhood for at least the past four years got hit by a truck yesterday. My neighbour, Edgar, just told me about it. Nobody knew the dog’s name but everyone around here knew the dog. It never barked or growled or begged for food, didn’t crap on my lawn and always took its time to get to where it was going. It was a filthy looking dog because its deadbeat owners left it outside all year round in all types of weather. But the little guy seemed pretty casual and Zen about his predicament.
Rest in peace little no-name dog.