Humans can be so strange.
Mama and I had to be over in the SE today, so we stopped at our usual haunt, Panera, for a quick bite. We were sitting outside, and after I jumped into mama's lap (as is my habit) she rewarded me with a piece of yummo mozzarella from her sandwich. Just as that cheese made it past my molars, a man who was walking by stopped and loudly said to us, "That's Disgusting".
Mama first just glared and him and as I stood on her lap I also gave him stink eye. He just stood there. So mama said to him, "Oh, so you like to watch?". He looked flustered, and repeated "that's disgusting", so mama took the remainder of the sandwich (almost a full half) and gave it to me. He made a face, a noise, and walked off.
So to that obnoxious, obviously intellectually-challenged, and did-I-mention-ugly loser I say, Thanks Pal! I would never have gotten so much yummy sandwich without you!
Time to get that bad taste out of mama's mouth. I'm going to find her something pretty.
I'm always up for picking the flowers (well, does plundering count?) but she never lets me. Another time perhaps.
Bastille Day celebration in the Pearl... again, these festivals are so bittersweet for us. Dad was here with us last year, and we also saw a cool car like this... hey, you can see me in the reflection on the door!
Lots of people including this fine specimen, who tried to pet me and then tried to talk to mama. He doesn't look like a quick learner, but HE WAS.
And lots of doggies... they were ALL smart.
I didn't snag any swag, but we did walk by and sniff a lot of yummy things. I was interested in the French food, mama more so in the French pastries. Either way = YUM!
Vive la France!
Love,
Bogart
