In between clouds, the spring sun shines warmly on the grass of the Pincio today. I took a long walk, stopping to roll here and there, picking up the scent of recent dogs and the color of the grass.
Once I paused to look up, legs in the air, snout pointed to the sky, and this is what I saw: A Cloud Dog.
If this were ancient Rome, Nero might have seen this and proclaimed either the Day of Dog and we would still be in power, or that every dog be eaten, depending on the clarity of his mind at the moment. I am happy emperors no longer rule. It is enough to suffer periodic edicts from the Management: “Don’t get on the furniture, get down from the bed, don’t lick the floor”, et cetera.
Though irritating, life must be simpler now, and more predictable. Dinner usually comes on time, and mornings bring a walk on the Pincio…where I can roll, mindless, on the grass.
Chow.