For the two hours that we were in the plaza of the French Bakery, this little dog went from table to table for a friendly visit. When someone made the mistake of giving him a piece of bacon from their breakfast croissant, he became demanding, thrusting his head up into the lap of anyone still unfortunate enough to be eating. He would run to the table of a rather crabby couple with a dog of their own, barking at the other dog, bringing frowns on the faces of its owners. When I tried to call him away from them, they started frowning at me instead, thinking he belonged to me.
I couldn’t resist taking photos as he zigged here and there, trying to decide which way to go. When a new omelette or bacon croissant arrived at a table, it solved his dilemma and he came to semi-rest. Insistent and often vocal, he tracked the arrival of any food at any table. One by one, as people got up from their tables, they came over to my table to ask if this was my dog. No, it belonged to someone in the neighborhood, I told them. This is what the owner of the bakery had told me and I believed him, but I don’t think anyone really believed me.
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For Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
You had some fun with this challenge this week. Thanks for playing. 😀
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Poor little beggar!
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Cute pup. Seagulls would be worse.
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Feeling nostalgic for that plaza and all the cute Mexican dogs that somehow manage to get their needs met. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Catherine. This one would have been happy to meet your needs. Especially if you were eating bacon!
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