The Dog Father

I finally found him! This poor old fellow is the sire of most of the dogs in Unawatuna. To varying degrees they all look like him. He is in wretched condition and just potters around. You always know when he is under your lounger because of the smell.

In his eyes you can see how tired he really is. It's very sad.


The other dogs on the beach have a strange respect for him. He never gets scolded by them when he crosses into their different territories.

I guess that shows how steady my life has become at times, to be observing the canine politics of Unawatuna.