94. The Woman with Dachshund

hile I was drawing this, a woman went past with a dark brown Dachshund, said good morning to me and I said good morning back.
Then, when the woman with Dachshund got to the end of the street, I heard her start up a conversation with another woman who was parked there on a bicycle.
I couldn’t hear every thing they said because just then an odorous and loud garbage truck went by, but I did hear the woman with Dachshund say her father had had 9 heart attacks and I did hear the other woman say she’d now have to have a stent in her heart every 6 months.
Then I heard the woman with Dachshund talking about Costa Rica and then I heard the women telling each other their names and that they’d see each other around and that it had been really lovely to see and meet each other.
Then the woman on the bicycle cycled past me and said good morning and I said good morning back.
Then, while I continued drawing, I heard the woman with Dachshund talking to it.
‘Oh, you don’t wanna go now? You wanna go home, huh?’ she said.
And then, as if the Dachshund had given a really good reason for not wanting a walk, I heard the woman say, ‘Well, okay then, I understand. Let’s just head on home.’