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Dog’S pOweR

A normal dog can exercise power quite often in his/her life, usually this power is used to defend or deter from coming closer animals or even men, it can also be used to help men in many different occasion either dragging a snow sled or by rescuing people from drowning or even more important and  noble causes as they can help blind people or people in urge of help. This is how man has been able to use the dog’s power during centuries and how dog exercise power in nature; but as you might think this is not the power of which I wanted to talk about today.

The power that I’d like to talk about is a special one, an innate one, the dog doesn’t even know to have it and doesn’t do absolutely nothing for it, he just nonchalantly keep going being “himself” – a bastard dog – manifestation of nature, one of few that we have left in London. So the other day I happen to be in my journey back from some fake poshy boutique in Sloane street where old, young, fat,skinny, black, white and even yellow women and men go to distract themselves from boredom which is surrounding their life, trying to get some dose of that drug called shopping that makes you happy for maybe a couple of hours but this happiness is not going to last for long because in a couple of day you need to buy again, nonchalantly without even thinking at how foolish is that.

Anyway, I happen to be on this train to get to Old Street, where is my modest council building, and I got amazed by this power that this beige Newfoundland of medium size has unconsciously spread thorough out the whole carriage, a power that none of the passengers, me included, could have even wished to get provide or use. This single animal with his happy waving tale and gorgeous witty eyes made a whole bunch of gloomy faces, quietly perverted docile persons that daily fight for a place to sit and have got this unconscious need to run; well he -yes I’ve used he- made all of this unflappable human smile, grin and beam – facial expression so rare in the London underground that there was an ovation. We all got back to be like kids, big smile around, relaxed face popped out and also people breaking the iron wall of indifference and personally approaching people with discussion, memories and exclamation about that reasonably nice dog – manifestation of nature. “I use to have a dog just…” or “it’s cute isn’t..” or again “Look at his eye..” “..what is his name..” – HEY wait a second, no one has ever asked me “what is your name” in the underground.                                                                                                                             The dog of course enjoyed it and received lots of beloved caress, kiss and attention going around to get as many as possible through the space in between the sits and the more the dog was getting excited the more the crowd was enjoying it and let their formal convention blow away. This is a proper Power isn’t it? I won’t be able to do all this not even if I get undressed with an Ippo mask and start screaming!

Why is this?

I believe that this power could be otherwise called nature. Yes, nature. The dog was a nature manifestation, it should be common but it is rare. Rare things make us excited and happy. In a city like London most part of the population live forgetting about nature and its manifestation, which should be normal but are surprising. Population that pretend not to be linked to nature, not to be nature. But as nature present herself in front of them gloomy face joy arise inside and maybe if lucky enough also a smile can appear on someone’s face – if you’re lucky. I got lucky enough to see an whole carriage smiling. I luckily know as well to be totally part of nature and what I come from so that my smile tend to be on my face as much as possible.

This is a picture of my dog


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