Spoil was a small, scruffy dog who called the coastal town his home. He was a stray, a wanderer, a creature of the wind and waves. Today, however, was different. Today was Spoil’s birthday.
He’d been hoping for a miracle, a touch of kindness, a warm meal, maybe even a pat on the head. But the day had unfolded as any other. He’d scavenged for scraps, dodged cars, and endured the cold, salty breeze.
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Spoil found himself curled up on a deserted pier. The waves crashed against the pilings, their rhythmic symphony a stark contrast to the emptiness he felt inside.
He thought of the happy dogs he’d seen on television, with their loving families and cozy homes. He longed for the simple joy of a belly rub, a warm bed, and a friend to share his days with.
As the last rays of sunlight faded, Spoil closed his eyes and let the salty air wash over him. He was just a lonely dog, a tiny speck in a vast world. But even in his solitude, he held onto a flicker of hope, a belief that someday, his luck might change.
