2017-09-13 15:28:18 +0200
Poznań, Poland

Today I saw a nice bitch. I stopped when I saw her and just stood there for more than a minute, gazing at her. Her eyes were different in color, one was steely blue and the other one was brown. Her fur was dappled and very colorful. She was standing there, in front of the Piotr i Paweł supermarket in the Avenida Poznań shopping mall, held on a leash by a female human, rather short and skinny, but also beautiful in some way.

"Your doggo is very beautiful," I said to the human. "Is it a male doggo or a female doggo?"

"Bitch please," the human said. "It's a she."

"Her fur is so colorful. Oh, and her eyes are different in color."

"She's an Australian shepherd."

For a moment I wondered whether I should try to communicate with the bitch in Australian English. However, my knowledge of Australian slang is very limited, apart from that everyone calls each other mate and that they eat Veggiemite.

The human stood there, with a genuine smile on her face and a muzzle in her hand, almost as if she didn't consider a 24-year-old unemployed man looking at dogs for minutes at a time to be a creepy sight. I felt at a loss for words. I wanted to take a picture of the doggo, but I didn't have a camera with me and my current phone, Nokia 6230i, has very limited capabilities when it comes to taking pictures. I wanted to ask the human for her phone number or something, but she was probably waiting for another human being, possibly a male, so I decided I'd better just go away.

"I would like to take a picture of your doggo," I said to the human. "but I don't have a camera. So I guess I'd just go away."

She was still smiling when I left.


I can't treat seriously the people who claim that they cook on a regular basis yet don't own a sharp knife, chopping board, or a big pot.