We are still in Brooklyn. What is going on with these two dogs ? We don't know what is in the head of other human beings. How could we know what dogs are thinking ? They look very serious. They seem to be watching rather comfortably what is happening in the freezing street. And what came to my mind at their sphinx like posture seems even more appropriate. They appeared to me like prison wardens, surveying from their glass tower each angle of the barbed wired courtyard full of aimless inmates. Were they wondering which future slave among those would take care of them ? Who would lovingly feed them twice a day ? Who would get up early in the morning to take them for a daily walk whatever the weather ? Who would have to reorganize his life " because of the doggy, you know…" ? Or were they simply waiting for love ?