It's happy 2008 at the dog's cafe'

Following my gut instinct i insisted we march along the woods towards

"The dog cafe'", a unique institution for people like me that think dogs are people too..

We met J., the dog walker, who remembered   shellbee and she ran to him, the man has a gift ..not before she had to pass three golden retrievers, a labrador and a small white  terrier  on vacation with him..

At the cafe' it seems everything was the same way, the same wooden tables, the plastic tent cover, the heavy set woman behind the counter,

we got a Latte' Machiatto and a hot chocolate, and i proceeded to seek the weekend  newspapers while around me the couple with the huge black poodles and the man with the brown hunting dog ..

I proceeded to clean out my wallet from old receipts , business cards i no longer recognize, and out of no where a tray of cold meats appeared, and we chose the last  two salmon on toast..

The champagne appeared, i asked for the pink and my daughter got a child's champagne!

We made a toast, the dogs silent, and then once i finished the newspapers i left as the few people at the cafe' gathered around one table chatting happily in the local dialect i still have not mastered .

Outside the stars were out, the air seemed warmer somehow, we headed towards home, i feeling suddenly happy for no reason at all..

The dog cafe' , my constant place of refuge when i lived with my ex and struggled to be a family , is still there, i remember many hours spent reading, sketching dogs, writing small poems, thinking, worrying, meeting nice people and dogs, just staring into thin air and the Latte Machiato really good.  

and if you ever come to our part of the world and seek a warm welcoming place , and you just happen to be owned by a dog, do drop in.