ooni

Our beloved companion has deceased. And that's hard. I loved that dog as my own. She was the personification of innocence. She always kept her cool, but food made her crazy. She was small. She was a happy doggy. She looked like a puppy when her hair was newly cut. She was a little bit naive. She had a culinary interest for human feces. She snored on her pillow. Or when sunbathing. She sniffed around the garden. She loved snow. Was always happy to go out when it had snowed. She had this weird shiver when she couldn't make sense of something. She would stare at the floor and then shiver. We explored the forest, me and her. We sat around campfires, me and her. ...