The shepherd puppy

A STORY-

A chilly night it was when the story took place. There was a desire -not for a luxury but astoundingly for a puppy. I know it sounds bizarre but that puppy made me go out of the way. I had gone out for a walk on the eventful streets of Munich, when I came by a small but jovial shop called ‘’’Go Dogs’’. I was not so sure about going there, still I went for I saw many loveable creatures in there. But I guess it was the wrong thing to do for I got imprisoned there, not in a real prison or something but in the prison of love for a puppy. There inside the shop there were many small and big dogs and pups but there was a shepherd puppy all alone in a cage that was kept far from the others. The puppy had isolated eyes as if it was waiting for someone. Its looks made me inquisitive and I asked the shopkeeper about the puppy. The shopkeeper gawked at me as if was from a mental asylum. He suddenly seemed afraid of me. This all was becoming exasperating for me, so I shrieked at him expecting an answer from him. The shopkeeper finally spoke up. ‘’That pup is of no use. It has brought bad luck to all the homes it went, I have wanted to throw it but I cannot for it’ll cause misfortune in the city. So here I have kept it here, away from my lucky dogs and pups. It is an evil dog!’’

I couldn’t believe the brutality of people, just because of their bad luck they are accusing that innocuous puppy of causing it? How can they be so, so forbidding to a living organism? Tears came out from my eyes. I wanted to take that puppy away from this unkind world and take it into a gentle one. So from that day I started visiting it every day.

‘’’Why don’t you buy it?’’ asked the shopkeeper to me one day while I was sitting on a chair near the poor little shepherd feeling desolated myself. I didn’t have words to answer him for that question, though his words actually hit me like a dagger in my heart and seemed as if I was useless now.

I did not know why I cannot buy it. It seemed something just stopped me from doing so, though I started saving money to buy it. And so it took me days to save money to buy it, and finally when I was on my way to buy it I met an accident. Now, you would probably blame that puppy for my damage but I think it was my inattention, I got a plaster and broke my bone and finally got a leave from the hospital.

When again I was ready to get it, a thief stole my purse and I was left without money. Again probably blaming the puppy seems right but what is his fault if the thief decided to steal on the day I was supposed to buy it? And so whenever I recovered from the last incident there would be another one and which would cause harm to me.

I was getting infuriated. I wanted to do something about all of this but this seemed like an overpowering cycle. I wanted to buy the puppy but now something, I don’t know some kind of force or something inexpressible was causing me trouble so that I cannot buy it. When I shared me problem with my friends they kind of mocked at me and so I was left lonely to do something about this.

Slowly I started to forget all about this, but an incident again brought me back to my past. It was Christmas and all me and my friends were out on a walk when I suddenly noticed a gathering near a small shop. I went near to it and realized it was the same shop called ‘’’Go Dogs’’. I was shocked, and unable to move or speak I was paralyzed. Suddenly I saw the reason for the crowd- the shepherd puppy or rather a dog now. It was dying, and because of this something was happening to the shop too maybe it seemed to be collapsing in some way as it was losing its bliss. The shopkeeper was  remorsefully murmuring something under his breath like, ‘’ I knew when this dog dies my shop will also become gloomy that’s why I never let it die, but today it was shot. Shot by me’’

As I talked to the people I understood what had happened. The shopkeeper was talking to someone on phone, the shepherd somehow heard the talks and felt that the person with whom he was dealing was a cheat who wanted all his dogs and pups. So the shepherd started wailing and bellowing, the shopkeeper got irritated and shut him up. This made the clamor even louder. The shopkeeper got short of temper and thinking it had gone out of its mind shot him.

I was rapt, I was speechless. It seemed soon I am also going to faint. The dog, it actually forwent its life just to save the unpleasant and uncaring shopkeeper, the person who never understood it. I understood why it couldn’t stay with anyone for long, because it was thinking about its real master. And that is why it did not let me come near it when I tried to buy it, because it knew that it can stay with me and it will soon forget his master- something it did not want. This all was making sense but one thing has always been undiscovered that how did it manage to keep me away? Maybe a superpower which has made it a life saver and a hero.