In the little village of Ziga, Navarra, Spain, I met him.
He discovered me already the first day at the hotel door.
Our eyes met, and it was instant Love, and it was mutual.
”Follow me”, he said, and I do not know who followed who that short day…
He led the way at an elegant, fleeting pace, played around with this little boy, and then …
…inspected many interesting smells along the road. But still keeping an eye on me.
I noticed his red necklace and was happy that he surely had an owner. An owner who cared for his well being –
Because obviously he was well nourished – greatly loved by someone, someone more than me…
I kept telling him how handsome he was – and he liked it. I gently touched his ears and face, and he jumped up on the stone fences and posed for me – like a Best in Show dog…
As both he and I knew the tour was coming to an end, I just had to take a close-up photo – and he gladly let me do it. (My own dog at home never does… )Then he jumped up and posed for me one last time. He secretly flashed his lovely brown eyes, puffed my hand from behind – and was gone.
I looked for him the next day, and when we were leaving, but never saw him again during our stay in Ziga village. He is forever in my heart.
That’s such a happy-sad story!
Yes…I still think of him. Such a wonderful memory. But, as you say, sad too.
Ohh, how beautiful. And thank you very much for mentioning over there that you have another blog – this one! I’ve never known. More amazing Leya images, yeah!
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