For 'The Fonts' birthday we go to lunch in a restaurant in the little market town. A family with a new born baby comes in. The baby is parked in a corner. The family settles at a nearby table. The family Jack Russell joins them. The mother pulls out a chair and puts a jacket on it for the dog to sit on. From time to time the dog turns and looks longingly at us, or to be precise, it looks longingly at our food. It is given chicken and boiled rice.
Finding dogs sitting on chairs in restaurants is a very French thing . It is not something we are tempted to try with the PONs.
At the covered market the young beggar has got a new dog. It is very affectionate. His last two dogs died in electrical fire and his girlfriend was hospitalized. Here's hoping this one has a long and uneventful life.
Every dog deserves his moment of glory. Here are two photographs of the dog who interrupted yesterdays wreath laying ceremony. What it must be like to wander in front of a row of serious and unamused Colonels and be oblivious to their looks.
Toulouse full of visitors for the Sweden v. Italy football match. You can tell the Swedes. They're the unshaven blonde ones with blue and yellow viking helmets. Lest anyone be unsure as to their identity they periodically burst into chants of 'Sv-er-i- yeh - Sv-er-i-yeh', sway from the hips and wave their arms in the air. Sweden lose 1-0. The Swedish contingent seem to take this setback with good grace. Would anyone recognize the Swedish national anthem from this rendition ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jpr8veatD4
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Did Bob and Sophie go to lunch also, to help celebrate The Fonts special day ?
The thought of Bob and Sophie in a restaurant, sitting at a table, is enough to give me nightmares.
We're glad 'The Font' had a lovely birthday meal.
We are always surprised (or relieved) at how well our Labs behave in restaurants and hotels, and they are very appreciative of the attention they are given - especially if there is a biscuit or two involved. However, they are kept firmly on the floor.
Every dog has its day. Apparently every day is a dog day in France.
Bertie loves going into cafes and is generally well behaved, but I'm not sure even the dog-friendliest tea room in Scotland would encourage him to sit on a chair!
We went to a Michelin-starred local restaurant and a dog from the neighboring table made the rounds to beg for food.
How impoverished our lives would be without dogs.
Happy Birthday to the Font...may she be showered with blessings to enjoy many many more.
Thanks for the photo of the dog who made his special appearance at the wreath laying ceremony...sorry I can't help but laugh....he exudes "just couldn't care less"ness.
Loved the happy rendition of the Swedish national anthem...blue and yellow hair and all!!
My other smile is the fact that the family "parked" the new born baby in the corner of the restaurant and le chien got to eat at the table...I love it.
Thanks for the share! Love your blog!
Don't think we'd recognise the Swedish national anthem at all. Years ago--many years ago, when SHE lived in Germany, dogs were allowed everywhere. Such a wonderful custom. Happy Birthday to the Font.
Wishing The Font the happiest of birthdays!
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