The other day I was passing by a grocery store when I noticed two cute sausage dogs — one straight the other curly haired — sitting in a bicycle trailer parked outside. They were deeply depressed by the absence of their mistress continuously staring into the direction of the store entrance. Their sad looks reminded me of a Disney film I once watched where a father-dog gave his puppies the most important advice in a dog's life: To manipulate human beings, your eyes must show the most sorrowful expression.
The two dogs in the trailer apparently had learned their lesson so well that I started to suffer with them. I stopped and took a couple of photos.
Eventually they ignored me. Was it their mistress approaching from behind? No, it was their master turning up.