Lat night we set out up the road towards the nearest cluster of tavernas and shops (Emporio) to find dinner and drinking water. Our friend the dog (guest starring in previous episodes), followed us... though the grounds of the hotel... along the side of the street... into the first supermarket (closing)... into the petrol station (no water for sale)... into the variety shop (where we found water, but first tried to buy 4 litres of a clear liquid in bottles labelled 'water', but which the proprietress giggled at and told us was Ouzo)... and further along the street to Emporio square, where he proceeded to fight and sniff other dogs and dart intermittently across the square, causing the boys doing wheelies on their motorbikes to swerve and swear.
He has a panting, cheerful face, except when he's too close to a car or bike for comfort, and twists his body into pretzel curves to squeeze closer to the wall. Then he looks sheepishly anxious. In each of the shops, the owners called at him to get out, but he wouldn't leave till I motioned him out the door and looked stern.
"τι είναι ερωτευμένος μαζί σου" said the woman in the supermarket, making a beating heart with her fist on her chest and smiling. That's right folks: I've found love on a Greek island. If only he hadn't peed on the table leg during dinner.
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