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Sunday,
the 19th of May 1996 ...
After
some time Elizabeth started off again, "you know one of
the sweetest thing my father had told me was this. He told
me about the dogs in Munich. Every home had a dog, those
long, low-legged ones." Elizabeth said. "Dackel",
Dagmar helped, "Dachshund, badger dog."
"Yes," Elizabeth, "and they put a chit of
paper either in the dogs little basket or in its snout and
it went down to the grocer. In the little basket was also
the money and the person in the shop took it, put the goods
inside the basket and the dog brought it home."
"Yes lovely," said Dagmar, "I have seen this
in films. But just imagine ... today you cannot do such a
thing anymore ..."
Elizabeth's
father self-portait (sketch)
"My father," Elizabeth continued, "was
good enough to tell me things like this. You know, the dogs
would stand in line." Dagmar, "your father must
have watched the dogs in the shop." "Yes."
Elizabeth, "sometimes the shopkeeper found that there
was not enough money but still he put the correct goods
inside the basket. In the meat shops the little doggies
would get sometimes a piece of sausage for themselves. My
father would speak with such love and affection.
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