Chronicles of a Ludovidog: Part two

Hello,

The ludovidog that I am, greets you again !

I must admit that I’m proud to represent my fellow countrydogs in this paper. It’s true that I don’t read a lot, but I like stories and I like the sound of my master’s voice when she reads. I don’t understand when she tells a story to her children but I love to come with them, and put my big head on her knees to hear the soft tones of her voice.

I envy humans for their capacity to make with strange stories a support of their imagination. Us, dogs, we dream too, but we are stimulated by odors or sounds that take us in secret journeys. I’m lucky to be a ludovidog, because I can travel without leaving my island: I just have to go to Afiz, I greet my friend Diego, I sniff and I’m in the Afghan summits. Then, I go to the little Tibetan shop, the prayer flags are familiar to me, they softly fly in the wind, in my garden. I’ve always wondered why these highlanders coming from the East went on my island. Did they enjoy this little village full of welcoming people? Did they find a peaceful and soft life that they couldn’t find in their mountains? These are difficult questions for the ludovidog that I am… However, I feel that I’m not far from the truth. The islands are anchoring places in the great ocean of life, they have an ephemeral and solid side. We stop there for a moment, and finally we stay all the life.

Photo credit: Ralf.treinen

If Robinson had run aground on my island, he would never come home, if Achab had met the Ludovicie People, he would be friend with Mody Dick, if the Lieutenant Fletcher had felt in love with a Ludovigirl, the Bounty would be back safely, if my island could change the stories, all the History would have changed…

Scoop
Nathalie

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