Literature
Bitter-Sweet Penitentiary
Bitter-Sweet
Penitentiary
An old and flea-ridden, mangy mutt pads
behind the muscular man with the pole-leash. The wise, old dog looks up at the
man, and wags his sorry excuse for a tail. The two know each other, they are age-old
acquaintances and now-and-then buddies. The man shakes his head and says, “Sorry old
boy, but we can’t keep this game up…besides, you’re far beyond your years of
wandering these busy streets, it’s time to settle down.” The scraggly hound
tilts his head and gives the man a soft growl, in a sort of solemn agreement.
The dog shakes his mass of matted fur and trudges forth, n