There was a dog that had been kept in captivity for many years. It has been tethered there since it was brought home. Many years.
It has black fur, and in recent years, the black has been mixed with more and more white.
It is a very gluttonous dog, and it will only eat ordinary food when it is too hungry to do so, and the good food will soon be gone.
Dogs raid homes, so occasionally unchaining them and leashing them up when they see a mess on the ground.
It's a very simple life.
Eat, sleep, and sleep every day, watching house finches eat dog food in flocks, just watching, not barking, not making trouble, and ignoring it. That seems to be one of the few pleasures that dogs have.
When the weather is cold and damp, it will be moved to a place where the sun is shining. It basks in the sun as if it has been melted by light.
At the time, I thought it was extremely comfortable.
For so many years, I didn't think about taking it out for a walk. I don't know why I suddenly had the idea of giving it some freedom. Maybe it's because I see that chain every day and think of my own life.
In winter, there is a river behind the house. There was ice on the river, and the ice was covered with snow. Took it over and unchained it. The chain that bears the fate.
It jumps and jumps, on the snow, in the dirt, in the wilderness. I saw the joy of a dog, so real. I seemed to see myself.