Monchique or an outsider in the village

I am an outsider in the village, not a dog. Sitting on wooden chairs, people talk to each other and don’t look at a person who takes pictures. They are too busy, doing what they always do. Not a look or a nod, no gesture, no sign of communication. They talk about the weather, someone in the family who died, about the quality of the oranges and the price of gaz. A picture won’t change their business, their talks or their feelings. They don’t need a picture or an outsider to feel at ease. Do they need a dog to be insider? And what is it, they have or hide within their own circle, their group, their family? Maybe, it’s the dog, they don’t like. Or is a dog merely an alibi to show they are insiders? Sometimes a dog behaves like an outsider, but always remains closeby as if it belongs to the inner circle. It is not a real outsider? Calling the dog means they cannot miss a dog? It’s possible. There are many dogs in the village. Little ones, weird ones, quiet dogs and barking dogs, all over the place. They have dogs even in their small garden or on the balcony. I think they love dogs. At times, it is better to call a dog. An outsider might disturb their life.