She used to come home to him, instead of her boyfriend. Thinking of him while making her way toward the tiny apartment in the traffic jam back from work. His beautiful kind face, his shiny fur, his cute wet pink tongue sticking out on occasions of high enthusiasm, like on her return home.
They used to take long trips, him and her. Every morning, every night, on her lunch break. And during their weekends they made adventurous voyages, sometimes accompanied by her boyfriend, sometimes just the two of them. They were happy.
It was decided that on that Saturday morning they would leave very early. When the alarm clock rang at 6:00, he was already ready, standing by the door anxious to embark on the journey. Her boyfriend yawned and turned away, so she got up slowly, got dressed, took some water for the both of them and they were on their way, holding one another by the leash.
The sun was awakening, the sky bright. The street almost completely deserted except for the occasional party goer stumbling on his way home from the club. They conversed a little, but pretty soon, each was consumed in his or her own thoughts. As the sun was moving up the sky the day got hotter. She took off her top shirt and tied her hair into a pony. As they were advancing she even rolled up her pants’ sleeves, and took off her socks. After 4 hours of walking her skin started to turn darker. She was slowly developing a tan. Soon they encountered a street merchant who sold sun glasses and shawls. She was in a good mood, and the merchant smiled at her, and so she took out her purse and got herself dark pilot-style spectacles and a purple shawl which she playfully tied over her shoulders.
They went on and on. She was engulfed in deep thoughts. While walking she realized that she should leave her boyfriend and quit her job. There was no reason why she should work at a place she didn’t like, day in and day out, live with a stranger, night in and night out. When they got to the beach she was resolved: she’ll have none of that anymore. Happily she glanced at the dog. When he pulled up his head to look back at her she saw that it wasn’t him. Her dog was gone and she was tied to a friendly, albeit different dog. This one had a long fur, hers had short fur. This dog had a purple leash while her dog’s was pink. Her dog had a childish panache to him while this dog seemed to be both mature and ruminant. She did not know where her dog had disappeared to. And so, the new her and the new him slowly started making their way to the new home.
