temptation


Pictures lie.
This looks like a family dog on a lawn.

But the grass was short because the cows and horses graze on it daily,
which is not how I remember the average suburbian lawn.
And the dog wasn’t waring a collar and missed about three quarters of his tail,
which makes him less typical family dog.
In fact, the sweet young bastard kept me awake half of the night,
and came sort of making up for it in the morning.

The thought of taking him with me actually crossed my mind,
but even without a collar I felt he belonged to somebody,
and although that doesn’t always seem a major concert down here
for both Spanish ‘thieves’ and ‘animal lovers’ on holiday-
it is for me.