Sleeping Dog Lies.

There’s an old Dog that sleeps on a matte where I work.
His name is Winston.
He bolts whenever I get up and follows me, then comes over waiting for a pat.
Or food.
If I seem to venture out to the kitchen, he surely follows.
Always looks at me with sad wanting eyes.

He reminds me that when we stand near creatures in need, we often become the reason
for their suffering.

How many times have I done that to someone?
...Caused them to deny me some of that fine cured ham from their cold fridge...