Hi guys, Dagny here. If you don’t know me, I’m that lovable, furry black thing that you sometimes see here on the blog, aka the dog. My mom went out for a bit, so I figured I’d open up that laptop thing that she stares at all day long and see if she keeps my treats in there. But first, I know my mom did a photo post a while back on where we live if you want to see her pics, but I never see any of those things down at my level. You see, I’m little and the world looks very different when you’re down low like I am. I’ll show you the real deal.
Let me take you on my own photo tour of where we live, which I’m told is this place called France. It’s pretty great…
My dad, Tom, has this thing called an iBone that I think makes calls and stuff, but when he wasn’t looking, I used it to snap these shots below from my perspective so you can see what this France place is really like.
When people come to visit, they always seem so interested in where we live. France must be the place where all the dogs want to visit. I admit, it does smell really good! There are these places that sell funny looking long things that taste great — I think mom calls them waguettes, or is it baguettes — and all kinds of other things like cookies and pastries and sandwiches. The best is when a little kid drops half of his croissant for me to snack on. The above snapshot is a stop on my snacktime walk, the local boulangerie. Sometimes we stop at the post office or the bank but I know these walks are specifically for my “snack runs” despite what mom says about running important errands. She knows I like my daily bakery tour and cleaning up the sidewalks. Mom thinks I love to walk but I really like sniffing out my snacks all over town!
This is my extended backyard which is just down the street. My park is pretty special and I let other dogs come walk with their moms and dads and I even let joggers and walkers come to exercise. It’s good for their health. They don’t know it’s my park but it is. Here’s my selfie with some of the park’s grass as the backdrop. Niiiiiiice.
We take the car all kinds of fun places and I have the best seat ever. I’m a quiet observer and don’t bark at dogs or people. I just enjoy the ride…
On Saturday mornings, we go to the marche in town so I can sniff out the fresh produce. Lately we’ve been going really early before all the good stuff hits the ground — like fruit rinds and little bits of food that have fallen out of people’s bags. How can I get Mom to go a little later? I don’t mind the crowds! But I do mind these squawky things in cages we buy eggs from. They make weird noises. I put my paws up on the table to get a better look at them. Maybe I should buy one for the backyard? They’d be fun to chase.
I THINK I FOUND A DINOSAUR!! Yum, that bone smells really good. Took me five minutes to pull Dad over here so I could get a pic for you guys. Too bad I couldn’t pick this bone up. I could have buried it in my backyard for later.
See that? There used to be some dog poop there next to the fire hydrant but Mom picked it up. She likes keeping the neighborhood clean even though other dog owners don’t really care. She doesn’t get paid to do that, though. I hear she’s American or something so maybe America has really nice, clean sidewalks!
The bushes here smell really good. Mom thinks I just like bushes and have super sonic smelling abilities (which I do), but I’ll let you in on a little secret. Other dogs pee on these bushes and I like knowing who’s been in my neighborhood. See this fine specimen here? My friend Oscar was here 20 minutes ago. He’s cool.
So you see, I focus on what’s down on the ground because that’s where all the good smells are. Here I am smiling because we’ve had really nice weather lately and I just found a potato chip someone left for me on the ground. Told you France is a great place! Maybe I’ll be back on this blog thing again soon. Thanks for reading my mom’s blog. I know she is really thankful for all of her readers!