Maria went to lurk in the shadows, and there was nesting in the trees, relax in the company of Argos, a huge Newfoundland dog, bigger than her, from whom he had loved with the tender affection of a protector formidable that according to all his whims, he meant his words, she used a soft pillow, washing the face with his tongue, and have a valid defense to anyone who had approached without his permission.

Mary and her dog passed delicious hours in those caches, sleeping, gnawed cookie, they played together, and sometimes you could hear the roar of laughter of the girl crystal, excited by some quirk of his faithful companion.

The grandmother left them in peace, despite the complaints of the master Zecchini, who hated that dog, that now was stealing his cap to bring in the garden, now put his paws dirty with mud on his pants new, now returning from the bathroom he had done in lake was to dry the hair to her dress. But the recreation of the girl did not last all day, and was often a well-deserved compensation for the hours spent in the hallway of the home care, which became more and more experienced. After Ammanniti a dish, prepared lunch, and put in order the linen, made the Mende, ironed their laundry, let’s grandmother Maria in freedom, Argus jumped up from his couch, barking as a sign of contentment, and the two friends would begin to running through the park, they went into the woods and disappeared.