Petroglifos

It is 15 degrees and the sun is shining, we take the dogs and look for ancient engravings. Pedroglyphs are engravings by the Gaelic, who gave this area its name. There is a cross here too, of course, as the Christians mark holy places of other cultures like dogs, trying to cover up traces. Our dogs tear us in two directions. Alaska, the white golden is 8 and has been prisoned for a year to a small house, before Lu took her in. She yearns to see the world, dragging forward. Choiva is 14, her legs crooked and short, her body a fuzzy ginger mop, was found by the side of the street. Lu calls her "my heart on legs". Like a boat from side to side trots behind, and needs constant encouragement to continue. She is "too old for this shit", but graces us with her presence nonetheless.

The sun feels like a present today and we decide to clean out the garage while listening to music. The house still homes many things from the former owner.