The life and quilty adventures of a dutch girl in The Hague with a black and white featherweight.
zaterdag 14 juli 2012
Somtimes it's a hard life for a senior dog like me. Although I'm here for a week now, I think going out at 08.30 a.m. in the morning is still pretty early. But they (Rob and Caro) wanted to go out for a walk and breakfast. They say I'm not a "morning" dog, and they're probably right ; ).
Oke, oke, let's go. I really liked the lunchroom at the Theresiastraat. I behaved myself very well, got lot of attention from the employees, and I loved looking around. All those new expeiences ....
On our way back home, we made a stop at my favorite shop:
Back home, I really like a good brush.
And now at 23.50 p.m. Caro is telling me that I do a lot of snoring. I can't imagine.