Little Charlie, 1Picture1000Words

Little Charlie was born under an unlucky star, and though he wasn’t so little anymore, he did indeed come into the world at night.The moon was surprisingly bright that evening, its light glinting in the windows of nearby houses, flashing from road signs caught at just the right angle, and flickering in the rearview mirrors of cars speeding up and down Atwater Avenue, while beneath the deck at number 1900, the newborn puppies saw none of it, their eyes still closed as they huddled against their malnourished mother. Charlie was among them.He took after his mother, though not in size, because she ended up much smaller than him, and not in colour, because she was black all over while Charlie was whitish, with black fur only on his ears and face. He took after his mother in that he was constantly underfed and hungry.But Charlie’s mother wasn’t the one to blame. On the contrary, she did her best to provide enough milk for her puppies to grow, given that scraps and leftovers and occasional…