Gonta

I had lunch at a cafe on my way to my father's home. The cashier was a beautiful European lady, but she spoke fluent Japanese and she was very polite. Then I went to my father's home by bus as usual. I did the housework and I cooked food for Gonta. After I walked him, I put a wet towel on his head. He kept himself cool in front of a fan with the towel. I took a picture of him.