Sunday, March 8, 2015

Waiting For the Train

The dachshund was fine with some silent people-watching. But his friend was having none of it. I heard the steady, deep-throated barks from the other end of the station and wandered over to see who was the culprit. While the humans on the other ends of the leashes continued their conversation, the dog voiced his annoyance over having to stand there and wait for the 3:42 to Firenze. Like most onlookers, I watched from a safe distance. Once in a while he would stop, needing a break. The lady passing by was caught unawares. "ARF!ARF!ARF!ARF!" She jumped, which made several onlookers chuckle. The dog was not amused