This is not an important post.

Today I met 2 country dogs.  The female seemed aggressive at first and wouldn’t stop barking at me, but immediately fell under the spell of my magic ear-rub, and I could see that if she was a person she’d be the famous farmer’s daughter.  The male was her wise, lazy father – the one who has all the answers and just waits for the city slicker to fall into his trap.  

When we got back we were given the city dog to take care of.  Nervous, suspicious, fun-loving, instinctively comprehending all situations, but not caring.   

Told you it was not an important post.