A dog is a popular pet and selective breeding has produced some endearing creatures. They are wonderful companions, but are they also becoming a fashionable accessory for some people? How much does a dog reflect the identity of the owner, but then again how many people struggle with their true identity? Read my story and decide for yourself.
She was on the bus today with her Pekinese dog inside her handbag and bow on its head matching her red sweater. She had made this journey every month for the last two years, all because of George. She disliked the man. In fact it was more than dislike it was a deep resentment, which had percolated in her thoughts over the years and throughout every day of her life.
Pooch, her constant companion, looked adorable with his red bow and its head poking out of her handbag. She stroked behind the dog’s ears. Just another two stops and they will be at the hospital. The repertoire she had with the nurses about Pooch being a fashion statement was partially true. She had put on the red sweater this morning to match her shoes and Pooch’s little bow. George would have never have thought of that.
‘It’s not my fault,’ she said to the Pekinese. ‘If he loafs around the house wearing odds socks.’
George was a depressive influence on her and in constant denial of the truth being forever in conflict with his true identity. He was not a real man.
The bus turned up the road and stopped by the hospital.
She rubbed the dog’s head. ‘Here we are Pooch, and they have been so kind to look after you until the operation is over.’
After this she would be able to start her new life and be her true self at long last. Tomorrow, it’s goodbye to George and in the morning it will be hello Georgina.