Today I received an email from my Dad, telling me that my two labradors were fine… that is… “fine but undisciplined”. When I read this I showed the note to my husband and we both agreed my Dad was wrong. Sure, they have had their share of accidents, but we firmly believe that they are just adventurous explorers (also known as notorious scavengers)!
How could I not miss them when no matter how late I come home, they are there wagging their tails, so excited to greet me. Bizou, runs to her bag of toys and picks up her stuffed cat (that has seen better days) and gives it to me as a welcome gift.
Baci will sit in the kitchen and watch over me as I cook EVERY single time. People say it’s because she wants some scrap of food, I like to believe it’s because she just likes to learn.
As I write this, I miss how Baci will lay by my side and rest her head on my feet. And a few feet away, Bizou will be beside, snoring and dreaming. And I know she is dreaming because she starts woofing and moving her feet as if running in the park!
So my dogs so far are safe and sound, my parents are making sure that they behave. And, I was told, every morning they wait by my room expecting me to open the door and take them for a walk.
And in the meantime, I have taken an obsession in taking photos of dogs around Paris and Madrid…