Dog's Island

The long-haired pooch lay not quite cowering in the long, cool grass of an island on North Kingshighway Boulevard. Stranded in a sea of rush hour traffic, he waited to be rescued, panting softly, bright eyes shining in the morning sun. Soon his patience would be rewarded by the attention of concerned passersby. How transient this cannine predicament to human despair of everyday life on the street.