Melancholy
She looked like the saddest creature I've ever seen. I walk past the large house everyday with my police guard dog partner, Rocky. The house is absolutely beautiful - there are pretty flowers all over the garden, the grass is lush and green, and the house made out of neat brown bricks. The owner of the house is a high classed old lady, with diamonds glittering everywhere. She always had on an air of disdain and grief whenever I said 'good morning', but her dog looked even worse. The poodle sat next to the gate everyday, with her tail between her legs and her head lowered. She was always there, just inside of the gate. The little old lady never took her for walks, and the poodle hasn't walked outside by itself. She had everything though - food, a home, a pampered life, everything a dog could wish for. There was a feeling of longing in her posture though that whispered freedom, the one thing she didn't have.
Today, when I walked past the house, I saw no hint of curly white hair.
