We washed the dogs and then went out to find an outdoor café at which to have lunch, where they could air dry and we could eat. We went to [name of cafe] for the first time, as it is very popular. We squeezed into a table in [name of street] Street, which I thought was too small for us, but Sam was keen and nobody said they minded when I asked before we sat down. The café staff said how pleased they were that they we were there. They see the bulldogs walk passed every day.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes,” we said.
“Lovely,” said the waiter.
The sniffy French woman, eating with her (handsome) husband and child in a high chair, at the next table got all cat’s bum when one of the dogs got too near to her. I know I should care, but really, Buddy and Bruno were pretty quiet, so she had little reason to complain. (not that she did complain, she said nothing, but we got looks, sweetie.) We kept the dogs away from her in the cramped small space as best we could.
People continually stopped to say hello. Our neighbours, dog people from the park stopped by addressing Buddy and Bruno by their names.
“Which one is the baby, I can’t tell anymore.”
Everybody seems to know the [name of street] Street bulldogs. It left the sniffy French lady with little room to complain, frown. Bruno and Buddy were well behaved, just pimping for pats from each passer-by.
The coffee was terrible.
The food was average. Mine was a bit weird. Salmon, potato, cabbage, dry wafer, beetroot. Sam had a burger, with chips inside it. Why do they do that now?
Then we came home.
Sam kicked me off the PlayStation VR telling me I was hopeless.
Buddy lay at my feet.
We ate curry leftovers for dinner.
We watched Kevin Hart series documentary.
Holidays. 😀
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes,” we said.
“Lovely,” said the waiter.
The sniffy French woman, eating with her (handsome) husband and child in a high chair, at the next table got all cat’s bum when one of the dogs got too near to her. I know I should care, but really, Buddy and Bruno were pretty quiet, so she had little reason to complain. (not that she did complain, she said nothing, but we got looks, sweetie.) We kept the dogs away from her in the cramped small space as best we could.
People continually stopped to say hello. Our neighbours, dog people from the park stopped by addressing Buddy and Bruno by their names.
“Which one is the baby, I can’t tell anymore.”
Everybody seems to know the [name of street] Street bulldogs. It left the sniffy French lady with little room to complain, frown. Bruno and Buddy were well behaved, just pimping for pats from each passer-by.
The coffee was terrible.
The food was average. Mine was a bit weird. Salmon, potato, cabbage, dry wafer, beetroot. Sam had a burger, with chips inside it. Why do they do that now?
Then we came home.
Sam kicked me off the PlayStation VR telling me I was hopeless.
Buddy lay at my feet.
We ate curry leftovers for dinner.
We watched Kevin Hart series documentary.
Holidays. 😀
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