A Dog’s Life

If you happen to be in Manhattan, you may get the fine idea to take a stroll down Lexington Avenue. If so, you may happen to pass a small shop with big windows on both sides of the entrance, crowded by passer byes rubbing their noses against the glass, looking in. That will be the…

The Good Talk

Waking up this morning, I see her lying there. Stretched out. Limp. A study of perfect relaxation of all muscles. A  handsome little dog, terrier breed, in a confused fur mix of brownish shades. The fan is stirring slowly with a soft hum, passing the bedroom air in diffusion through the light curtains. The radio…