There was this dog in the public pound of Sparta a dog that you could not fail to notice, not because it did something, but because it did nothing at all.
When all the dogs were barking, jumping on the railings and trying to get attention, it was sitting. It sat and looked, like a good dog Inside a cage full of dirt, with countless dogs going back and forth, this dog was just sitting.
Between us we used to call it "the good doggie", and it is a creature that we couldn't touch for weeks. It didn't want anything to do with people, it didn't tolerate human presence, it didn't do anything. It just continued to sit as it sat in Sparta.
We originally thought that "the good doggie" was a sheepdog puppy, but it's not. She is an adult dog, a female, and she is slowly overcoming her fears and she has begun to give kisses and wag her tail.
We called her Bizeli, which means pea in Greek, because as she was sat there motionless and stoic, all white and fluffy, as if she were too good for the place, and as if she were saying "I don't belong here", she reminded us of the fairy tale with the princess and the pea, which had been put on her bed under who knows how many mattresses, but still bothered her.
