Walking

I went to my father's home in the afternoon. I did the housework and I cooked food for Gonta as usual. He's molting his fur from last week, so I brushed him carefully. While brushing  he seemed to feel good all the time. Then I walked him to a path through rice fields. He sometimes dashed and he sometimes looked at me happily. He was absorbed in sniffing weeds around the path. After we got home, I played with him a lot as usual.