Chapter 6: Day 5, Zeb
A white-and-gold collie shows up for breakfast the next morning at the bungalow. I’m seated on the verandah, shaded by twin palms. The daily newspaper is on my lap, but I’m not really reading it. The dog makes his way from the beach to my side. He sniffs my left knee and gives it a quick lick, obviously liking me. I ask him, “Where did you come from?” and the mongrel wags his tail.
Wheat toast drizzled with honey sits on a bamboo tray to my right. I place the newspaper next to the tray, find a corner of toast, and feed it to the canine. In doing so, I ask, “Who owns you?”
The collie eats up the toast, licks its chops for more, and continues to wag its tail. I see a brown leather collar around its neck, reach for it, and find three bone-shaped pieces of metal hangin
