Lonely westie

After a 12 hour sleep..woke up at 1:30 pm this afternoon..
there was nothing to do, except head for a wanderlust drive,
towards my eternal search..for a fitting jacket! WTF!!
My weight has dropped below 60 in may be 10 years now,
stands at around 59. So as guessable, all clothes hang
by my body, David Wong certified the obvious truth yesterday,
the one I have been trying to get by. No clothes fit
me anymore..I got to buy all different sets.

Well, direction less walk around IKEA was waste of time,
as it always is. But I found the parking right outside
Rhodes shopping town, and a picturesque view of the lake.
I bought Memoirs of Geisha, something I have been wanting
to watch.

On the way back I stopped by at a Croydon cellar. After
parking the car bit far from the store, I was walking by
a dark street, and he was there, sitting behind the
glass in an unnamed store, watching out, sadly. So cute,
swear to God nothing ever looked so pretty to me.
This little dog, little westie, was even smaller than
normal ones, somehow unusually colored, kinda bluish
gray. So tiny, would fit in one hand. He(or she??) had
his chin on his stretched legs in front of him. and
seemed so lost and care less, of anything going around him.
I bent on my knees and knocked on the glass, it looked up
slowly and met my eyes. God, they were lovely, and really
captivating. It tried to follow my knocks, in vain.
I stayed for a while and looked at him, he staring back.
Could not help think of one particular doll who would
have felt much more like this about this little puppy.
I bought another of my red Shiraz and headed back to
car. Little westie was gone. Just imagening what she
might have wanted to do, may be ask me to go and look
for him.

Well, for myself, I might go and try to look for him
again someday.