STRAY dogs often come and go, but one got my attention lately due to the deep scars on his body.
The thin, cream colored aspin (Asong Pinoy) had very deep scars or lacerations running across his shoulder and back. The scars seemed to have healed completely but left the dog's flesh hairless and black, like it had been hacked.
I've seen it wandering the street wary of cars, people and other dogs. He would dart off at the slightest movement. His ribs were prominent, so I knew food was a problem.
I named him Scarborough, not only because he was full of scars, but because like the Scarborough Shoal, he stands alone, like an island.
I lost count how many times I've stalked and wasted food on this dog before it finally learned to trust me. Scarborough picked up the pattern of our “meetings” and soon learned to report for dinner around 6:30 p.m. Patiently, it would sit up near the sidewalk waiting for me to bring him food. He now lets me watch him eat, but will panic and leave if I come too close.
After dinner, Scarborough is gone like a thief in the night. At least he won't be hungry. The hope is to see him become healthy so that I can call him by Scarborough's other name, Panatag.