Walking back from our ice cream break, we saw this cutie on his balcony, looking very much like we wanted to be with the many feral dogs that roam the streets. I suspect he has a pretty good life with his very own balcony despite his apparent view of it as a prison.
Oh dear, must be awful to be cooped up like that. Poor little soul. I just love to see Maggie running after rabbits and birds down by the river - she's a free spirit.
