Today I arrived home after work and my dog was waiting me behind the door, impatient, nevous. When I entered the kitchen, I realized he had not eaten or drunk  in my absence.  I was surprised that he did not want to drink until I got home, despite being thirsty.

Then, he  has been laying  next to me all afternoon.

My dog is one of the few who enjoyed the pandemic.  A year and a half in the company of his owners, two daily walks, homemade food ... and now he has to return to normality… to loneliness, to a hurried walk, to industrial feed.