Latte has a slight behavioural problem, he is still living the life of an adolescent at the supposed mature age of three. Which means that the movement never stops, never, ever...
... except when Daddy goes away.
Latte is Daddy's boy, I am good company, but Daddy is all that really matters.
When Daddy goes away, Latte sits in front of our balcony windows, like a sphinx, literally for hours without moving. Head held high so that he can see out. Anguish in his eyes.
You can almost hear Cole Porter's song: Everytime you go away, I die a little...
Onpa kaunis kuva koirasta. Rauhallinen ja ajaton.
ReplyDeleteKiitos Heli! Itsekin pidän tästä kuvasta juuri sen rauhallisuuden ja liikkumattomuuden vuoksi. Kun kohde yleensä on aika sähikäinen.
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