Man’s search for meaning
Nothing about Viktor Frankl’s book. It’s another Sunday and today in particular felt lousy watching T.V. though it was supposed to be a good film. Hear dogs barking like crazy in the street and my dog in particular was extremely excited that he could not get out to join them. . Went out to see one full grown but emaciated dog who was cowering against the onslaught from the others. After watching for some time, I chased the attackers away. I offered the poor fellow water in a bowl. He drank and then rubbed himself against me smelling my foot. From the beginning I knew something was wrong but could not place it . Now at close quarters I could see his collar was almost choking him. It was a thick, double band synthetic one and he could hardly move his neck. Probably abandoned as a pup and he had grown. I offered him some kibble and let him lick me so I could befriend him . Then assuring myself he would not bite , I t...