I see a fluffy black and blond tail up in the air. You knew you owned the block of our neighborhood. You owned every block. In the summer months of Buenos Aires, when the weather pushed people back home, you wanted to go out. In the elevator, you looked at me, then at the zigzag door. We reached the lobby and you were the first one out. Your tail was your pride and joy. It went up the minute we were on the sidewalk. I loved walking with my German shepherd.


One Response to “Tail”

  1. alex Renskoff Says:

    Very sweet memory.

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