At week four of the dog photos I get to answer one person’s offline question as to the value of posting said photos, as in what is exactly is there to brag about?
Nice, France, October 2008
Well…he’s ventured to more places than some people. He’s sniffed the air and left his calling card in Nice and Narbonne, Carcassone and Cognac, Gruissan and Granada, Bilbao and Bordeaux, Arles and Ajaccio, Bray and Barcelona, Guernika and Glendalough. That’s just a short sample. He’s crossed the Norman Foster bridge at Milhau by car, Paris by Metro, both the Irish Sea and the Mediterranean by boat, and the Atlantic by plane. How many (American) dogs can say they’ve peed their way down the Ramblas (thank you), romped through the park of the Alhambra, chased cats on the citadel of Calvi? And, the adventure is far from over.
We’re proud of our traveling dog.
This week Rufus is in Madrid. Then Toledo.
On a worrisome side note we keep weaving “Holy Toledo!” into as many sentences as possible, even when it weary, oh so weary, of it. It’s kind of like when you can’t stop yourself from humming The Girl From Ipanema even though you hate hate the song and don’t even know the words. Sad, so sad.
