Last night Larry took Chiaki and me out for a drink. Larry for some reason these days seems to have a lot of money for play, but I shall not complain, instead I am most grateful to get to go out indeed, as the eccentric photography is not a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Only thing is: he is also at the same time incredibly depressed, more than ever. God knows, really.
On the way back to the hotel we came across a stray dog, and Chiaki took the thing straight away in her heart. Personally, if you ask me, it’s a ghastly creature, some form of doberman perhaps, skinny as hell and let’s put is straight: not exactly a lap dog. He was digging around in the dirt, probably looking for something to eat, scruffy as can be, and Chiaki tried to coax him and pet him. The dog would look, come a few steps closer, bark his lungs out (it was one of these neurotic dogs that bark AND wag their tail at the same time, probably because they get so much fun out of scaring people); then it would run away, come back, growl, what not. Larry and me tried to convince Chiaki it might be a good idea to leave it alone, especially because it was drizzling outside and we didn’t feel like standing around in the rain, but we were no longer relevant to her, I doubt she could even hear us.
She beckoned the thing over and over, going through her pockets if she had anything to feed him, and came up with some mint candy. The dog came up to her, growling, flinching his teeth, she didn’t even notice. I was more worried about her getting bit and possibly contracting rabies or what not.
Eventually, just when we had successfully convinced her to let it be and Chiaki was about to give up and finally ready to go home we heard a loud screeching and whining behind us and that darn thing was being thrown on the gravel hit by a car. Chiaki ran straight back to him, he wasn’t even injured badly, just a bit scratched on one hind-leg, but Chiaki insisted to pick him up and bring him back to the hotel to nurse him back to health. OH MY GOD.
Whatever, when Chiaki has an idea, it will happen, there is practically no way around it. And so dear Larry with the patience of a saint took off his west, wrapped up the dog whilst trying not to get bitten by him and swearing into his non-existing beard, and we carried it back home.
They hid him so far in Chiaki’s room, for once, to keep the cats safe, and also because one may safely assume Vincent is not into the idea adding a scruffy aggressive dog to the hotel’s guest list. Larry also gave him a name: he called him “Goebbels” (Chiaki thinks that is very mean, but so far she didn’t come up with a different name either; personally I think no other name could possibly fit any better.)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 2” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 4” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 6” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 8” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog barking” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog barking 3” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog barking 4” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog barking 5” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog barking 6” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog barking 7” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 9” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 10” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 13” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog at night on a green street” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 14” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog growling” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog growling 2” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 15” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 16” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 18” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog 19” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog in golden rain” (2016)
Josiane Keller “stray dog on golden street at night” (2016)