The dog on the subway.
Picture of Olleros estacion
It was
early, more than I liked, when I picked up the Subway(Subte) from my
home station Olleros in Belgrano. 12 stops until Catedral, the end
stop at Plaza de Mayo, where I would get off/out. At 7.30am it the
carriages were already full and it would be 20-25 minutes standing
swaying with the crowd, until the destination.
I looked
down and along the aisle. I saw two brown eyes staring at me. A dog.
El perro. I wondered what station he had got on at.
The
crush of legs being too much for him, the dog moved to the reasonably
clear space smack bang in the middle between the doors.
After a
good scratch and chew on its fleas, the brown dog with a white blaze
down its nose curled up in a ball and went to sleep.
Most of
the commuters eyed the dog nonchalantly, and new arrivals into our
carriage politely stepped over or around the dog.
For
several stations it snoozed, switching positions from the curled up
ball, to spread out on its side, then head on its paws.
The man
beside me in a red jacket took a photo and emailed it to a friend.
Another man eating chocolate with a rustling wrapper wagged a no
finger at the now eager and watching dog.
I
wondered if it did the journey often. Would it get lost and not find
its way home.
El perro
got off at Tribunales. Maybe seeking justice. Animal rights.
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