A Dog's Day

A dog's day It's not that I'm lonely I like the beauty of the landscape without having anyone to interrupt my thoughts, telling me how nice it is. My dog sees my mini-Savannah as enemy territory barks and birds take flight leave her in the car with open the window and try to take a few pictures. We are going out for lunch, my wife and me, food is not as great as nature, golden grain and green vines it is about forks and knives looking decorous talking about nothing and chewing in silence The door to the yards is ajar so the dog can go into the living room when we are out. She pretends to be distraught it is an act, she knows I will bring her leftovers; when we return, she great us theatrically, I know she has slept on the sofa, drinking water in the loo and barking at noises outside.