For several days, while visiting the beach, there was no sign of the 4 cute puppies I’ve already encountered weeks ago. There was only a puffy male dog coming to me for food. A white stud with hair prominent and fluffy like a white sheep.
On my bicycle ride to the beach yesterday, I finally saw them and it was refreshing to see that at least two of the puppies were still with their mother, alive and well.
The puppies were a little skinnier, of what I remember, but them being with their mother and running after her was a good sign. The mother rushed in and grabbed a packet of food and ran away, knowing that if the male dog arrived, he wouldn’t let her have anything. Of course, I usually pay attention and do not let dogs bully each other in front of me.
The sea was stormy today, and yet the fishermen had gone to sea to put food on the table. I could see them from a distance as dark spots moving on the waves of the sea.
Although the weather was a bit chilly, I enjoyed coming.
We are getting close to the end of the year 1399, and in almost 10 days, the year 1400 would arrives. People are hopeful, like something magical is about to happen. I don't say it would be a disastrous year, but I'm not naïve to think all wounds are supposed to heal suddenly because of the new year.
