As I was slinging my binbag into a metal wheely bin, I noticed a small and dirty dog cowering underneath. A tiny thing and little nervy but easy to handle I took her upstairs. She had no identification tag and the next day the vet confirmed that she had no chip. Apparently a Miniature Schnauzer, her tail had been cut off (an awful practice) but otherwise she was healthy and seemingly used to human contact. I was sure she had an owner and put the word out around the neighbourhood.
Over the next few days our new scraggy companion enjoyed jaunts to the park with Molly and Daisy and proved to be a sprightly contender. Showered and fed, she was fun to have around and fitted in nicely.
I begun entertaining thoughts of life with three dogs when a woman approached me outside my building and I knew it was Scraggy's owner, the dog belonged to her eight year old son. I told her the dog had been given a full service by the vet and had been well looked after. I suggested she invest in a dog collar and name tag. Once in my flat her reunion with the dog was lukewarm and I thought how different it would be if I lost Molly or Daisy. No adverts had been placed about the lost dog who lived in the next building (although I'd never seen it before), and nobody knew of the loss. She had done nothing to search for it. Scraggy hardly seemed to know who she was. The woman asked me if she could buy me a bottle of wine, an odd request and of course I said no, if she'd really wanted to reward me she would not have asked but simply turned up the next day with something.
This was some weeks ago and I've not heard anything from them since.
Word of the week: Niewdzieczny meaning ungrateful.
