Sony 1

We would like to tell you a story about him, enrich it with the prettiest fantasies and show him in the best of lights, with all the superlatives and all the joy and happiness added to his days… But we cannot…

He simply won’t let us meet him, he’s at a distance and distrustful. He won’t approach us and he wishes to stay on the side-lines…

Besides the huge sadness in his eyes and an open wound in his groin which he wouldn’t let us examine (we assume it isn’t big) there is nothing else we know about him – that’s how scared he is. And this hurts us, but certainly not as much as it hurts him…

We would like for his story of few words to have a happy end at least. The kind of end that every dog deserves, the end which would say that Sony was adopted, that he relaxed and gave someone the chance to tear down all the walls that Sony had built around himself.

We would like to see him with a glimmer in his eyes, his head up high and a tail which never stops wagging. We would like for him to have a home of his own, his people and his bed, an orderly life and a ball for him to play with so that the cheerful puppy he once was can wake up again.

And he would like for all of that to happen too…