雖然這些生靈極具韌性、但更多卻是危在旦夕，只想圖個溫飽與苟延。還時時刻刻必須提防各種人為的殘害：如脖子被纏橡皮筋造成傷口潰爛、遭潑硫酸、餵食毒藥、棍棒毒打、拳腳教訓、石頭飛擊；或是意外：如車禍被碾斃撞傷撞殘、遭捕獸夾捕獲而斷腿斷腳；還是疾病的催逼。在流浪生涯面對各種磨難的試煉下，這些影像，卻成為祂們生前的最終記錄。

無力改變這惡劣殘酷的大環境，自己能做的還是極其有限，但卻做得心甘情願。相信喜歡狗的人一定可瞭解：人一但對祂們起了念動了心，就很難忽視祂們的存在。特別是與祂們四目相交時，幾乎可以感覺到狗仔眼底最純摯的靈魂！

關於這疤面……………算是去年的事了！當時照例在下班後到餵食處：幾隻熟面孔依往常由四處鑽出竄出，然後迅速集中到我車周圍，牠們幾個似乎正在討論著今天的菜色，也許早對我沒有戒心？其中的幾隻狗仔更是老實不客氣的爬上後行李箱打探菜色：「今天∼是吃純乾狗糧？還是另有添加肉罐頭呢？」

餘光發現不遠的車後躲了一隻狗，過去一瞧，牠才有點慌忙的想擠到車底下躲逃，流浪狗這種避禍以自保的反應其實蠻正常的，我也見怪不怪。而本想拿些食物過去給牠，不料才走近一看卻讓我暗自心驚了一下！今天所遇的這隻新面孔∼我給牠起了個名字叫「疤面」，樣貌雖稱已復原，但從他的現貌推斷，確能清楚的瞭解牠過去所受的殘虐對待。由牠嘴鼻上烙下的疤痕研判∼牠曾被惡意的緊緊纏繞上鐵絲或細繩，然後發炎潰爛。現在所見的是癒後的傷疤。總之，祂是撐了過來！

逗弄牠時，這「疤面」居然不怯生不畏人的跟我熱絡的磨蹭起來，狗的性格就是這樣矛盾。深藏在牠們的天性之中，對人有種無可救藥的愚忠與赤誠，儘管「疤面」遭受到來自於人類惡意的暴虐對待，但他似乎還沒放棄對人的信任與感懷
。面對此情狀讓人有點鼻酸，我僅能脫說那是路旁疾駛過的車輛排氣管廢棄引起的過敏吧？

我能做什麼來安慰牠呢？是告誡牠以後別輕信人類？還是要牠別對人類放棄希望，總有一天會找到ㄧ個愛你的主人？這些念頭很蠢，其實當下自己能做的，也僅剩摸摸牠安慰牠、並拿些狗糧餵餵牠，讓流浪的牠可以尊嚴的飽食一頓、起碼在流浪的生涯裡，曾有過那麼一餐，不必餓昏到得吃餿食或腐食。

幾陣狂吠聲打醒了我，我餵食的那幾隻熟面孔居然吃起味來了，其中的小白居然衝來驅趕「疤面」，這場景讓我有點頭痛。因流浪狗通常有群聚性，已成群結黨的狗仔，對新面孔多半有排他性。因此∼經過一番爭鬥撕咬分出高下尊卑後方可決定去留：要嘛，就是新面孔識相的閃開；不然就是被狗群接納成為新成員。

趁「疤面」用餐時，我再次湊近觀察牠：「疤面」還算十分健康，全身乾淨亦無皮膚病，感覺像是剛被棄養的家犬。棄養對「疤面」來說似乎還算是種解脫與福氣？「疤面」飽餐後便跑開離去，可能是怕遭受此區原狗群的排擠與攻擊吧？

經驗告訴我，今日一別將不會再見著「疤面」。於是在牠吃飼料時，我極其無聊的跟牠說了好些「人話」，要牠：「儘快適應流浪的生活」、「不要太相信人類」、「過馬路要小心車輛」之類的叮嚀。儘管知道狗仔哪聽得懂？其實多少想藉這些話來舒緩自己不捨與擔憂！

與狗對談之舉在旁人看來有些瘋狂與無聊，但仍十分期盼能覓得跨物種的溝通方式，讓我可以跟狗仔們暢談。屆時我就可以大大方方的蹲在路邊，不必受人狐疑的白眼，跟我這班流浪狗兄弟們提點流浪生活中必須注意的二三事。

Some new faces will appear occasionally except the familiar faces when I feed the stray dogs. These new faces will become familiar after they stay a place for a long time. But more cases are：they continue their odyssey before I know and remember them. Accordingly, it may be the only chance to meet them by feeding then taking pictures to record them.

The 99 percents of those discs on my shelf are images of recording dogs. Each creature has become to the file name of these picture discs. They can be summoned on the screen of computer by a form of image only.

Although these creatures are tenacious, there are more dangers waiting for them. It is usually an unfeasible prospect to adequate food. Meanwhile, they must be vigilant to keep hurt from people：ulcer of wound by twisting rubber band on their necks, sulphuric acid sprinkling, toxic pills feed, strike by clubs, torment by men’s feet, and hit from flying stones；accidents：death or disability by car incidents, leg-break by trap；illness or maladies. Those images in my discs are the last records under those tortures.

I have no power to change the ferocious circumstance. All I can do is limited but I take this work as my duty. If you are a dog fancier, you must agree that a person hardly ignores their existing when he or she is moved with dogs. Especially when you stare at your doggy, you almost feel its pure soul from the bottom of its eyes.

It began at the last year to meet Scarface. It was my routine job to feed those stray after work. Those familiar dogs rushed out from everywhere and concentrated around my sedan. They seemed to discuss what I brought for them one another. Maybe they had lose defend to me. Some dogs were bold to crawl on the back seat to browse：“ Dry dog-food today or another meat cans adding.”

I found a lonely dog behind my car then. When I stared at it closely, he tried to escape to the bottom of car nervously. This response from a stray was ordinary. I took some food toward him and shocked by its face, a “scarface” I named. Although the wounds on its face had recovered, it suffered a lot at its face definitely. Observing the scar on its nose and mouth, an iron wire or a cord was ever twisted tightly on its face maliciously and the inflammation and ulcer occurred latter. Now the scars were marks after recover. Nevertheless, it had gone through the ordeal!

When I tickled Scarface, it even intoxicated by playing with me. The character of dog was so contradicted. The belief of loyal whole-heartedly to humans was deeply burying in their nature. Although Scarface encountered the malicious ferocity from somebody, it seemed not to give up the trust and memory for humans. Facing this scene made me a little cry. I just cheated myself that was an allergy by exhaust fumes from swiftly moving cars.

What could I do to solace him? Warned him not to trust persons forever? Or asked him not to quit hope for people and someday found a master who loved him? These ideals were stupid. In fact the only thing I could do was to touch him, to feed him something, and to let him be full dignifiedly that was at least one dinner without scraps but fresh food during its stray life.

Some bark noise interrupted me because other familiar faces were jealous of Scarface. One of them, Whity, rushed to expel Scarface. I was embarrassed in this scene. Because the stray usually became a cluster of dogs, the exclusiveness existed in this special group to other new comer. Accordingly, rank in this group could be decided by fights between them：a new comer had to leave if it failed; otherwise, the group accept it as one member.

I observed Scarface again when he was eating. It seemed to be healthy. Furs were clean and there was no skin disease. It looked like an abandoned dog from somebody’s family recently. Abandonment for him might be a release and good luck. Scarface soon left after eating. This should be to escape attack and expulsion from other dogs that had occupied this area.

It ought to the last glance at Scarface by my experience after it left. During its eating, I said some “human words” to it：”You should accommodate the straying life quickly.”, “Don’t trust humans much.”, and “Be careful when passing the road.”. Of course I knew this guy could not realize my words. But I said these was to alleviate my parting sorrow and worry to it.

Talking with a dog looks crazy and bored for other spectators. However, I usually prospect there is a communication way between humans and animals. Then I can crouch down straightforwardly on the road to remind my stray canines in lives without susceptible _expression of eyes from people.