"And finally, when for quiet paths in the middle to the meadows, on dusty roads of country, or in town, it walks me to the heel with all of the tense senses not to lose me, then she is all of the dogs that ever have trotted at the heel of their owner, from the day in which the first golden jackal began to do it: an incalculable sum of love and faithfulness!"
(Konrad Lorenz)
Dedicated to her that avr always for if all my heart, my affection, my gratitude and an immense and everlasting love
The mine small sweet Neve
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