Chencho I: A New Hope

Yesterday, we had a long drive to a small village near Darmstadt, leaving 10 past 6AM, and returning a quarter past 3PM. And we returned not alone: our companion was a Spanish member of the European Union called Chencho. I’m sorry to say he didn’t trust me, at first. He had been sitting beside my wife in the back of the car, and knew her better, when we arrived, than the driver. But when it comes to scratching an ear, previous reserves are overcome. This is the poor beginning of –hopefully– a long series of Chencho pictures.

It hasn’t been long since Robbie died, and I do feel a bit guilty about having “replaced” him so soon. The fact is: Robbie cannot be replaced, and Chencho is no replacement, but a family member in his own right. Another fact: it appeared to be too hard for us to live without a dog.