Her eyes were so eager, set perfectly in the square of her fuzzy, subcutaneous-diseased face. Pink spots seen through thinning fur, with eyes that beamed like she was smiling straight at me.
It was meant to be a leisurely walk. It was anything but leisurely. As this little madame tried her very best and did everything in her power to romp around with her. She walked beside us, in front of us, at our heels, so I nearly tripped over her. And finally when she realised none of it was working, these humans were here to do everything (run, walk, watch footballers, skip over streams of sea-water, meet and avoid people they didn’t want to encounter on the beach, laugh, take pictures of the sunset) give this little mutt any attention at all, she retreated.
She was gone, and I looked at VC and said, phew. A couple of minutes later, a lick on my finger, and the same eager face, smiling eyes were back. So finally, I gave in. Talked to her. Asked what she wanted, and she just looked on, the same energetic smile straight back at me.
It seems all she really wanted was some attention. A few words, some time, and perhaps a little conversation too.
I named her Relentless Rani.