When I am old I will have a dog

When I'm old I'll have a dog and a yard where I can let him loose. Now it's too complicated. And he (or she) would be tight in the house.

In the meantime I take stock with comments on every dog I see around, as a kind of diary of vocal notes of preparation for the time when, when I am old, I will have a dog.

Every now and then a photo escapes us: it was raining outside and we were waiting for the bus in a café in Marazion. He was also waiting, but without a reason.