Belgian Shepherd, Knit Sweater and Rimmed Glasses

When she opened the front door on the evening of July 7th, 1969, the Belgian Shepherd leapt up with front paws outstretched on her blue frock, tongue licking her face, all love and playfulness. She could see my dad acutely, as often happens in adrenaline moments, standing just outside the doorway, as she struggled to balance herself against the weight and enthusiasm of the dog. The European evening sun was still high in the sky casting a pale golden hue, lovely and warm. He was standing there, smiling with love, black-rimmed glasses, sideburns an-all, his bangs loosely combed to one side, tall, handsome. His broad shoulders and full chest filling his grey sweater. His red BMW 1602 was behind him, parked on the narrow patch of dirt at the front of the house on Bergblickgasse in Bisamberg. <a href="https://medium.com/@lahavgil55/belgian-shepherd-knit-sweater-and-rimmed-glasses-ec6ca5ff9235">Website</a>