a January walk: It's a Dog's Life
but then I waited for Noam to come up the stairs, too. I stood there and waited, and waved my tail, and looked down, but he didn't come. Linda sat on the floor with all the bags with all the food around her, and just looked at me. She seemed sad or something.
Then she started cooking this yummy smelling food and I knew it was for me.
But then we went out. I was happy to be out. I was a good doggie.
We walked up, up, up. I had to drag Linda, because she was slow. When she let me off the leash though, I could run ahead, but I kept waiting for her and checking that she was close by.
Once we got up to Parque Guell, the pine trees were really high, and the views were beautiful. I ran all across the park, up and down, and jumped up and down, and had lots of fun.
We stayed here for a while. Linda was doing that click-thing with that black thing. I was smelling and running around. But not too far from Linda. Best to stay close. I still remember the food at home.
Placa Virreina, I love Placa Virreina. But today there was only one friend. A tiny terrier. But we played for a bit. His owner was a bit nervous, she wanted him on the leash, and then she was in a hurry, so my small friend had to go. I was very hungry by now.
I tried to make her happy, so I looked this way.
Then, finally, we went home, and I got my food. Finally! And now I am sleeping, while my secretary is writing this. I am snoring and I feel very comfortable with life.