Above to the right is the last snap of our waggie, standing lonely, as we left him behind with the new master. If leaving Pune for Stuttgart was painful, parting away with our waggie was sheer agony. Monsoons have set in Pune now and the memories of those exotic gateways become more vivid everytime we see this handsome bluesome. Lost in the maze of motors in Stuttgart, the city of the Merc, the waggie was a rare species to spot. We screamed occassionally on seeing a familair built approaching, only to be disappointed, as the clone zipped off as an Opel Agila.
At last, as sudden as it could have been, he emerged out of the tulips at Killesberg. Parked in the backyard ( left of the snap ) the extravagantly male built did not miss our notice even from a distance.
....and it was eye-feasting time for two peeping toms.
