My mediocre working days were officially put to halt by a dog. Yes, you've read that right, a dog.
Here's what happened:
While blithely plodding the sidewalks off to my abode, I heard a deafening wail from somewhere. Shot a glance at the streets flooded by racing cars and there I saw Chu-chu (I love calling dogs like that) caught in a mishap with one of the speeding vehicles.
My heart thumped like crazy at I saw. Tears and a dash of facial contortions completed my mourning suit.
Once neat-looking coat, covered in red. Two front legs, broken. Leaving him no choice but to crawl until he reach the promised land. His journey was tough. It took him past reasonable time to get through the sidewalk - the only time he managed to learn how to breathe again.
As I went closer, traces of crimson liquid splattered along the pavement became visible. A few steps more, a clearer view of Chu-chu staring blankly into the sea of moving vehicles, .apparently plagued by his traumatic experience. I muttered 'Chu-chu' a couple of times hoping he could appreciate the very least that I can do for him.
I arrived home with a frail heart. There, the agony started to flow again, throwing a large volume of tears out of my eyes.
Then…
I was awakened by my alarm clock. Bringing me out of the nightmare and the day that has been. Ah, aurora. Time to fix myself for another nocturnal escapade at work.
* Whenever I pass through that place, I always keep my fingers crossed. Hoping that I will be able to see a frisky Chu-chu, this time, beating the killer vehicles in a game called 'Patintero'.
Gabby! Told ya I'll read your blogs! Wehehehe..
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