A warm evening on the outskirts of the city is accompanied by the setting sun, casting its last rays on a majestic estate. The sprawling courtyard with short-cut grass and small fountains to which birds have flown is pleasing to the eye. A light breeze carries the aroma of freshly baked pies straight from the kitchen windows opening onto the veranda. The host of today's feast is none other than Gatsby. He often invited high-ranking gentlemen-dogs and elegant cats to his place. The short black fur barely gleams in the natural light, while the Doberman turns his head from side to side, waiting for something, or rather, someone. The gaze is detached from the entire assembled company, even if the pose is calm.