Cooking for a homeless dog

Cooking for a homeless dog is, for sure, more rewarding as cooking for yourself.

I was watching this dog from my window since yesterday. I've often seen it on the street these last days but now it is on the property across the street, belonging to a company. They probably accepted the poor dog to stay.
Last evening the dog was just lying there; at first I thought it's a sack, a plastic bag or something alike.

There is also a church on the land of this company and on Sundays, like today, many people come to the church.
The poor dog wages its tail friendly and follows every passer-by, but no one has some food for him.
Whatever I was doing in the house, I found myself looking out of the window, over and over again.
It is so unfair that, while cats can provide food for themselves, dogs can't.

As I couldn't watch any more that poor animal begging for food, I started cooking for the dog. I don't cook for myself, I'm too lazy for that, but a hungry dog is different.

There is a good piece of smoked ham (jambon) in the freezer; I don't like eating from the freezer anyway.

I added a potato and the dog soup was ready.

Now, I just have to smash these potatoes and add some black bread (to my taste).

Yammy! It smells so good!

I hope I can pass this container underneath the fence, because I don't want to go in there.

That was quick; in a few seconds the container was empty. But it was definitely worth the effort, it had a stronger effect on me as a pain killer.
The poor animal is so dirty that the water turned brown as soon as the dog began to drink.
Unfortunately, I can't take them all home. I tried that too, once, and it was a expensive lesson to learn not to do it ever again.