My person went on a weekend getaway to visit two very nice people who are referred to as “ma tante” and “mon oncle”. They are here visiting from Toronto, Ontario and we get to see them when they come home for a visit. I am always very excited when I see them, and without thinking I will wag my entire rear end and jump on them which will always lead to my person saying ” get down”. I will be very confused looking quickly between “my person” and my long lost friend and wondering why “my person” does not reward my friendliness, rather apologize embarrassed for such behaviour. Regardless, I am always very excited to be around them, and they are family to me. We went in the car, which causes such distress to me since “my person” insists I wear a seat belt in the back seat, away from her lap and the ability to see what is going on. After about an hour drive we arrive at the house of “mon oncle” for the beginning of a 2 day stay. From my perspective, it was hot and I did alot of sleeping. “My person” gave me a favourite bone to chew on to keep me occupied as she visited, and honestly I have no idea what they talked about or did while I ate my bone.
we went for a short drive twice, once in the day when I got to walk down this street in the hot sun.
There were tables everywhere that they stopped at frequently and thank goodness a kind lady had a bowl of water on the sidewalk under her table for such furry friends walking by. The other time we went after dark and stopped on a boardwalk where I searched frantically for food and sniffed around while “my person” and the others stood by a railing and watched lighted up boats go by. My day ended curling up and sleeping on “my persons” lap while they all sat and laughed in the sun porch.
At the end of the weekend we woke and “my person” took me for my second walk in the morning down this lovely little road which lead to the shore. We came back to the smell of the barbeque, I was excited to get in and roam around the table one more time waiting for a drop from above or a treat given by “my person” for being a good boy. We once again got in the car for the drive back, again with the seatbelt.
Our weekend had ended but not without “my person” trying several times to get a photo of me with “mon oncle” and “ma tante” .
For the rest of the day, I will nap and enjoy burying my bone and well just having “my person” all to myself.
~Duncan the Pug