To add it up: it was a rather sunny day in late August
2013. I was terribly disappointed because my dog
had left me for another. I didn't fulfil her needs, the dog told me. I inhaled the brisk wind sighing. Who
fulfilled her needs then? Another dog? She didn't tell me; she just left.
I have a history with dogs. I like their company even
though I can't remember a single one that I've been with at the moment. We all have our perculiarities,
now don't we? There's nothing wrong with being
hung up on dogs, now is there? I mean face it! We all need someone to love and if a dog is man's best
friend then it seems pretty normal to get engaged. I
think Voltaire might have agreed with me or at least
he would have died for my right to have that opinion. I must be the most enlightened guy in the
neighborhood. Everyone else has been pretty nasty
because I was with a dog.