Le chien dans le restaurant
09 July 2013
Vaila
Been some boring jaunts on the way but we did get a good night out in town in La Rochelle, see above. We all got the electric water taxi from our marina to the old harbour right in the middle of town. They know here how to treat a dog, I get my bowl of water as soon as I sit down before the humans are even asked. Then they feed them so much that there are plenty of frites and the like under the table for me.
There was a film festival on in town and all the lovely people were out parading, some with their fancied up dogs as accessories. Some folk seemed to think I was a fashion statement, certainly my folks need one, so I did my best.
I was kind of hoping that after my melee with the dogs of Houat a new introductory story for my three leggedness would result, but no the old story of the train continues, no imagination these humans!
We are now in Port Medoc in the sun with great restaurants on hand. I managed to get in one on my own. A big dog was playing with me and so I ran away pursued by the big dog straight into the fanciest restaurant. His owner called him off and he put the brakes on at the door, but I acted deaf and managed a circuit of all the indoor tables pursued by the waitresses and Dad. Mum thought this was hysterical and the staff and customers all thought it funny too but you should have seen Dads face!
I seem to have finally trained them to lie about and sleep most of the day like me, it really is a dogs life!