28 Feb 2009
An unbearably poignant tale. Poor little puppy, but glad it ended well. And if those evil bastards with beards treat dogs like that, what hope is there for them?
13 Jul 2009
Beautifully written, from the brutal realities of puppy farms, to a dog's exceptional ability to follow his/her nose in its blind will to survive, it's unexpected encounter with the sharpness of industrialisation, its innocently taking the milk of human kindness for granted, to its implication that there exists a benevolent guardian of man's best friend.
Dogs have been part of my life; I can't imagine being without one. Among other things, dogs have taught me the value of being loyal to the one I love, as well as an astonishing respect for canines.
At the moment, I have a three-year-old Maltese whose every movement fascinates me. The image of someone kicking a small, harmless, hungry and wounded dog revolts me.
Also, I suspect a second reading will harvest the symbolism of a flight for freedom and and meaning.
Thank you, John.