Kwoa’s ~Naive~ World Trip

Kwoa: A dog’s life

Can’t recall much of anything until that fateful day of 1999. Was rainy, like it often seemed to be the case in the city they called Kingston-Upon-Hull. A peppy girl fished a yellow plastic duck in a fair and decided I was cute enough to be adopted in exchange. Sen spoke french, ate spinach burgers and had almond eyes.
Out of friendship, she gave me to a stern guy. He spoke french too, albeit slightly differently, with a warm coffee skin and endless eyelashes. He’s never left me ever since, carrying me around wherever he went.
From frozen stupa mountains to melting beaches, lush isolated jungles to vibrant crowds where even the sky seems beyond eyesight. We met his wife and welcomed his daughter.
I hardly understand him, or his family & friends, or any of his fellow human. They worry, they laugh and fight, they work to reproduce or the other way around…
But mostly, they argue about how to do any of these “the right way”.
Fascinating…