Satisfaction

Sometimes one buys something without really knowing how to make use of it.

Then, by chance, you find a proper employ, and it satisfies you quite well.

It was the case last week, for the straw rope I buy in Balayara market, up to the west.

A good straw rope, nicely wrapped up and tied and very cheap.

They were charming, those ropes, and when visiting a market everyone likes to buy things, and the sellers are also happy if they can come across some new customers, so I bought it.

But I did not know what to do with it.

Then Poldo the dog arrived, and, being him a puppy, he likes to bite everything at glance, usually my forearm, so I tried to convince him to bite the rope instead, and it worked very well.

Satisfaction.