Tuesday, 10 February 2015

A woman and her dog

I drove past a woman walking her dachshund on a sunny afternoon. She was big and he was small, her hair silver while his a matte black. She wore pastels - his only embellishment was a tiny metallic disc dangling from around his neck. They seemed like total opposites, yet when she smiled down at him and he wagged back up at her, it was clear that there was love there... and that made me smile.