Today, as I walked on Oxford Street, I saw a dog under what appeared a homeless man's bed...the dog was wearing reindeer ears and there was a little christmas tree next to it. Though it was freezing, the pooch was covered up completely. I did not see the owner even though his backpack was near.

When I think of it, it kind of breaks my heart...wish I could have done something but there wasn't even a hat or box to leave change. Maybe he didn't even want it.

Anyway, I share this because I can't get the image of the dog out of my head...I just want to go back and do something, anything.

And maybe I will.

On a last less depressing note, dogs ara truly amazing <3