Pando knew he wasn’t a looker. He’d seen his reflection in puddles, a distorted image of mismatched ears, a slightly crooked jaw, and a patchwork of brown and white fur that seemed to have been applied with a haphazard hand. He’d also observed the reactions of people when they first saw him. A flicker of surprise, sometimes even a slight frown, before their gaze moved on to a more conventionally attractive dog.
He didn’t blame them. He understood. In a world that valued sleek coats and symmetrical features, he knew he didn’t quite fit in. He’d watch other dogs at the park, their tails wagging furiously as they received admiring glances and gentle pats. They’d bound and play, drawing laughter and coos from the humans around them. Pando would sit on the sidelines, his tail tucked low, a quiet sadness settling in his heart.
He longed to join in the fun, to feel the wind in his fur as he ran alongside them, to experience the joy of a good game of fetch. But he held back, hesitant to draw attention to himself, afraid of the reactions he might receive. He knew he looked different. He knew some might even consider him unattractive.
He’d often find a quiet spot under a tree, his head resting on his paws, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He couldn’t see himself as others did, but he could feel the weight of their perceptions. He knew he wasn’t the prettiest dog, but he had a good heart. He was gentle, affectionate, and eager to please.
He’d watch as people stopped to pet other dogs, their faces lighting up with joy. He yearned for that same connection, that same feeling of being accepted and loved. He wished someone would look past his outward appearance and see the loyal, loving companion he truly was.
He’d tilt his head whenever he heard a human voice, his ears perked, his tail giving a tentative wag. He didn’t want to be judged by his looks. He wanted to be seen for the gentle soul that resided within.
Despite his insecurities, Pando held onto a small spark of hope. He believed, deep down, that somewhere, someone would see past his “unattractive” appearance and recognize the beautiful heart that beat within him. He hoped that someone would understand that true beauty wasn’t about outward appearances, but about kindness, loyalty, and the unwavering love that shone from within. He hoped that one day, someone would look at him and say, “You’re a good dog, Pando,” and mean it with all their heart. He just wanted to be accepted, just as he was.
