The Old Dog

He was pointed at the swinging exit door at Key Food, and not budging, also blocking the entrance. I snapped this as I walked past. The woman in the picture did not want to move him, fearing, perhaps, a bite. I had seen him before, slowly and painfully following his people, with an entire steak in his mouth, still wrapped in styrofoam and plastic.

He was waiting for the steak.

When I was half way down the block looking at the fruit at Mr Lee's, I saw them coming. A tall woman - one half of the couple I've seen him with before - with two small children walked by, with the dog a good twenty feet behind, carrying his steak. Then he stopped. They walked on. He started to open his steak, and then wolfed it down, leaving his container behind on the sidewalk. Far ahead, the tall mother turned to see where he was, glanced away when she saw his litter, and walked on. He followed.