We were enjoying one of those very reasonable lunch specials in one of the snack bars around the Azorean island of Pico, when an unexpected visitor came in – namely the dog of one of the kitchen helpers.
Granted, by then we had had some good red Pico wine with lunch but it did not taint the dog’s special looks. Back in the sixties, my mom had the very same dog, painted in white enamail, sitting on the kitchen shelf… No more words are needed, just see for yourself. We know the dog’s name, but will not share it out of respect for her right to privacy.
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