Hello my name is Amstel and I’m 10 years old. I’m white and handsome and very smart, probably the best dog in the world. I live with my two people on an island. It is probably an island because I swim in the sea. I do not know.
I don’t remember when it all started, probably because I have an associative memory (that is, I combine smells and actions with emotions and people) and I barely remember what happened 10 minutes ago. However I’m sure something strange is happening lately. There was definitely a series of things like a little inconvenience, an odor of anxiety in our home and a lot of walking up and down, in which I, as a right guard dog, i blindly followed.
Then the leader of our herd stayed home and went nowhere, only going out for our established walks, which for some reason became longer and longer in duration. Nice. Human number two , the female of the herd, was still going out for a few days. I could smell her anxiety before she got home, and I was trying to be a good dog and make her happy. At one point, she stopped too and stayed home.
I am very happy because we are together all day long and I am not alone. We play together a lot longer than before and take longer walks. There are times when we just sit together on the couch, look at each others’ eyes and cuddle for hours. Pure happiness.
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They have acquired strange habits, things they never did before. First of all they sit on the balcony and eat breakfast. They NEVER EAT BREAKFAST. They have moved a lot of of things out in the balcony, plants, paintings , they have probably gone crazy. They play games and dance alone at home. They go out to the balconies and talk to their neighbors. Until yesterday we didn’t even know them, there are some cats in there but they don’t talk to me. They talk on the phone with other people and they all say they have years to talk to one another. Who are they ?
Sometimes they paint, do some weird exercises, and then the next day they complain about their aching legs. They plant some seeds in the garden and water the pots. The other day human number 2 cried a little because the jasmine blossomed on our balcony. I should probably not tell her that I peed on it a little yesterday. And the day before.
Sometimes they are more anxious, sometimes one is crying in a room alone, sometimes they laugh and hug. Most of the time they laugh and hug. One is trying new recipes and the other is learning Italian. The next day, they do crafts and repair the closets. When there is beautiful sunshine on the balcony, they sit and recollect on old trips and prepare for the next ones. They are discussing about all the things they took fro granted and are now missing. A hug, a walk, a coffee with friends. They eat and eat and eat.
I don’t know what happens and when it will end. I hope when it is over, however, they will not go back to their old lives. Not completely. I hope they keep something out of it. And maybe they’ll give me some steak at last.
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