Dogs

I live with a dog named Gobi. She’s a delightfully energetic and affectionate miniature schnauzer. As I write this she’s lazing peacefully on the couch, flanked by me and Geetha. The three of us are watching the Strade Bianche. The season has begun (for us), Tadej Pogačar is the favourite of course and we’re itching to see where he starts his attack this time. Back to Gobi. She’s not really interested in the race, at least I don’t think she is....