Cravings

I love living in Beijing.

I love the bustling city, the many people, the wide streets, the lights at night, the ever-changing neighborhoods.

 

But in recent days I’m having strange cravings.

I want a dog.

Now this is unusual, as I have never really liked dogs that much , or wanted to own one.

Now I do.

There are two breeds that fascinate me, oddly they are Golden retriever, and a French bulldog.

They seem respectively optimistic and reassuring,  smart and cute.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being a firm believer in the string theory, I know that in some alternate reality I have just acquired a dog. Or two.

While living in a house like this, probably.

Ah, the strange cravings people get once autumn comes.