Manfred

We usually stop in the village of Kisa on our way to the summer house, for provisions and errands. Today, there was already a dog on the small bicycle trail next to where we park and go walkies.

It turned out his name was Manfred, he was a one-year-old Italian greyhound/whippet and he was here on holiday with his German owners. He was very bouncy, almost too bouncy even for me. We did play a little.

Happy to be back at the summer house! I don't understand all this going back and forth. Why can't we just stay here?