today i saw pipi's shadow under the garage door as i raised it. she came to me once i had put down her food, as she usually does. she wants some affection first. i had prepared the bucket of water and bottle of shampoo. i scratched her stinky skin. i lifted the scoop from the bucket and showed it to her. she seemed wary, and walked away. i called her and she came back. i put one hand on her back and lifted up the scoop and poured slowly over her back, talking to her. she quivered, but stayed. i could hardly believe it. i did the whole thing with one hand holding her in place, the other sudsing her up and rinsing her. once she was rinsed she shook herself dry and began rolling in the dirt. no!! i ran over with an old cloth and dried her off. i could hardly believe how nice it was to feel her clean hair under my fingers. she no longer stank!
on bike to the net cafe, she and dabai, another stray, trotted behind me. they clearly enjoyed parading through alleys they never traverse. pipi took the opportunity to bark bombastically at all potential enemies. i had to push them out the door of the cafe several times before they got the message.
to think, when i first saw her she was on the edge of death, a pariah without dog friends, cowering before all other dogs.