I was having breakfast in Broodjeszaak Martens this morning.  It’s only twelve doors down the Oudburg from me.  A lovely resting spot, hosted by Lieve and her daughter Fran.

Fran has another family member – her dog Max.  He roams around the restaurant, seeing who’s there, cozying up to a person or two.

“He’s always seeking attention,” says Sam, a staff member.

“Me too!” says Bruce.

Max was visiting the folks at the neighbouring table.  I reached out my hand.  He reached out his head.  I scratched.  He sighed.

At one point Max extended his paw.  I held it in the air for twenty seconds or so.  Max was happy.

Later he sat on the floor near me.  We both felt the rhythm of the petting.

And then Max wandered off …

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Life comes

Life lingers

Live leaves

It’s worth a smile or two