In December I went to Mahajanga and took hundreds of photos — lemurs, crocodiles, sailboats, and more. This is a photo I didn’t take.
I came across this sleeping dog near the bar at the grungy hotel where I was staying. An entire story went through my head, and it made me very happy.
This was not a pampered dog. She was the kind of skinny dog who survives on scraps and garbage. Maybe she was loosely claimed as someone’s pet. Or maybe she was a street dog who was merely tolerated at the hotel as long as she behaved herself.
That night someone had given her a good portion of a fish, and life was good.