I passed the school on my way to the town centre, or saw him
walking home from his local public house. He liked a drink,
gazing out of the window of the annexe huts across from the main
building one afternoon, I saw Mr. Curry taking a kick at a golden
labrador which appeared to be seeking shelter in the doorway. His
kick may have connected, but I couldn't say with certainty after
all this time. I was shocked to see an adult behave in such a
heartless manner towards one of man's best friends, and
felt sorry for the poor animal.
saw that the dog was again sheltering in the school doorway.
station kennels for strays, and they were the dirtiest, smelliest,
vilest quarters imaginable. To think that, if the dog wasn't
reunited with its owners, it had spent its last days in
such conditions is awful to contemplate.
tell, I hadn't much liked him before, but he fell even further in
my estimation from then on. Strange thing is, whenever I see a
golden labrador now, I can't help but think of that poor beast
not knowing, don't you think? Just in case.