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Strays?

A soft head nudged my fingers as I walked into town. Looking down a Golden Retriever looked up at me. I was a lost, lost in that I made the mistake of looking into those soft brown eyes. It was if you will love at first sight. My hand gently stroked the fur under its chin, a reward came to me as the Golden Retriever licked my hand.

I stopped walking and my new friend did the same. Quickly I felt his neck to see if there was a collar with its licence and with a little luck the name of my new pal.

I found no collar and anger began to rise in my throat; who had put this beautiful animal out to fend for itself. On the spur of the moment I went to the next Pet Shop and bought a new collar and a lead for my new pal.

I left the Pet Shop with my new friend and tins of various dog foods and a sack of biscuits. Hurrying home I took my new friend to the bathroom and washed it thoroughly with a soft shampoo. The thank you for this bath came right away. My new friend shook himself free of water. I took a large bath towel and rubbed his soft fur. It was not long before this wonderful creature looked like a dog that had stepped into a dog show and won first prize.

A tin of dog food was quickly warmed and placed in a bowl. Fresh water and a plate of biscuits made up the feeding area for my new friend.

I now had a friend and a companion, I felt safe on the darkest of nights this new friend proved to be a wonderful watchdog. A low growl followed by a short sharp bark told me that there were strangers in the street.

Two weeks later a knock on my front door; on going to the front door my new friend gave a short bark and his tail wagged. I knew that I could safely open the door. A woman with a little girl was standing on the doorstep. The woman greeted and my new friend went to the little girl and with his tail wagging like mad he licked her face.

I invited them into my house and quickly made a cup of tea. While drinking out tea the woman told me about some boys that had caught the dog and taken it collar and lead and run away. The dog had chased them but had not come back to the now unhappy little girl. It must have been wandering around for a few days when it had first licked my hand.

I had called my new friend Goldy the little girl had given it the name of Golden Corn. With a sadness that I did d not feel possible I asked the woman to take the dog with her and gave her the tins of dogs food with the rest of the biscuits.

I must say that I miss my friend very much but at the same time I feel a glow in my chest that I had been able to make a little girl happy.