Money was practically an angel sent from heaven.
He is a Doberman / Golden Retriever mix, a male. He somehow looks like a great dane- a soft caramel brown with a black muzzle, his ears are pricked up, looping down at the top.
His name was gotten because he was practically a charm - whoever fed him or his family would be lucky. The Indians were the first to name him this.
He was born in a litter of three, but the other two died of starvation.
He was first found at my father's canteen, born and raised there. He is now half a year old.
I remember when I went there during my holidays, helping out for the fun of it. When I was bringing some empty Ribena bottles to the recycle bin, he appeared.
He was drinking water from a muddy puddle, and immediately I felt pity . I got a small plastic containter and filled it with fresh water, but the little rascal put his oversized paw in the 'bowl' and tipped it over.
I ended up having to cut open a milk jug and put a stone in it.
He was very popular there, and even patrons enjoyed his company. They would buy small cans of dog food for him.
He was reckless, I tell you.
And hyper-active.
He darted out onto the pavement , playing with an umbrella, ripping it to shreds. I was afraid - what if he died? Or got smacked? Somehow he was beside my side in less than ten seconds.
The canteen was closing. The chicken rice stall's owner beckoned to me, saying, "Hey, girl, give this to the dog."
I brought the chicken , trying to find Money.
He then pulled the chicken from me, ripping the whole thing apart. His dinner, it appeared, was the best in his life so far.
I was depressed when the holiday was over, and I wasn't allowed to go there anymore, due to school and the canteen was far away from my home.
But I know, when I go there, he will be waiting to pounce on me.
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