Gonta

I had lunch at my favorite cafe on my way to my father's home. A clerk recommended a new sandwich to me, so I tried it. It was delicious, so I'll probably eat it again someday. Then I went to my father's home. When I did the housework, Gonta was taking a nap putting his forefeet on his favorite blanket. His sleeping face seemed to be like a middle aged man's face, so I took a few pictures of  him. After I cooked food for Gonta, I walked him to a river near my father's home. Then I played with him a lot and he fawned on me all the time.