terça-feira, novembro 02, 2004

The beginning of a beautiful friendship

My puppy senses that his new housemate has some doubts about welcoming him in. Perhaps it was in the sound she makes whenever she sees him, that sort of throaty consonant that I make when I am trying to say a German word and I can't do it right. Or maybe it's in the gutteral growl she directs at him whenever she's not hissing/speaking German.

So much for the idyllic scenes like you find on those cheesy animal calendars.

Fermix: What is that ugly beast you've brought in with you?
1968: I think I will just hide under this chair.