I am watching a dog I know well explore all the tables on the lower square. Drunk as usual, as well as oblivious to everything around him as usual, its owner is drinking merrily many tables away. I do my best to attract the dog’s attention with clicks of the tongue. It does look at me with some interest, but it never comes close to me. Instead, it circles around the tables where some food can be found. There is only wine on my table, anyhow. Between tables, the dog sniffs around in search of anything to munch on. Every now and then, it finds something or other on the ground, and gulps it down in a jiffy. If anyone pays it any attention, it responds quickly enough, but it loses interest pretty soon if there is no food around. It does not take me long to fathom the dog’s ways. Sweet emotions help, but only a smidgeon. If there is no food to be had, emotions are as good as useless. The dog is a practical creature. And eminently so. Love is fine, but what is love without a morsel? It does not take me long to realize that the dog is just like a human, but a bit less sophisticated.