franceslievens | Walk the dog

His legs sway this way and that way when he tries to keep up with his fashionista Madame. Like any dog he likes to follow his nose – and that's not always where his leash leads him. His long ears flap in one direction, when his body is pulled into the other. She strides through Brussels most fashionable street. On high heels, she tugs her dog behind her like she would a less fashionable husband in wrong clothes. The dog just tags along, like an older Rowlf, who doesn't remember how to make a good pun and has forgotten how to play the piano, because she doesn't want him to make that noise in the appartment.