Gonta

My husband and I went to my father's home in the afternoon. Gonta met my husband after an interval of about eight months. Gonta was wagging his tail with pleasure, and he fawned on my husband. My husband was stroking Gonta again and again for a while, so Gonta seemed to be happy. While I did the housework, my husband was sleeping on the sofa all the time. Gonta was sleeping on the floor under the sofa, too. Then we walked him. While walking he was in high spirits. When we went out from my father's home, Gonta seemed to be lonely. I guessed he must have fawned on my father after we left.