Moules left for the day’s lunch menu.
Fresh produce to go with them…
Well, mama was out taking her walk with papa and this little ville is best in the early morn (isn’t everywhere?) when things are just stretching and yawning and little trucks are delivering produce to restaurants and the sea is smooth because no on is in it (!) except the two die hard women who have been swimming at dawn for years and who murmur to one another Elle est belle (the water is wonderful!) and so mama thought I should give my view of a sweet little summer morning for me.
A bird doggy doing what he does best.
No one on the beach yet.
A watering hole for doggies who pass…
For me, I run outside in the garden and marvel at all the things happening—squash flowers open to the bees, roses blooming, a lemon or two dropped overnight as a little gift to mama since most of them are gone now and the tree seems to be hoarding the few left so we’ll have at least something to take us through the next few days and our neighbor is out there picking cucumbers and tomatoes and sending them up to us in a bucket contraption that mama put together so we wouldn’t have to go the roundabout way to get his lovely offerings but instead just get them over the fence and then I scrabble around in the mulch and do some other things I won’t mention and then mama does this clicking thing with her tongue, which means, Come and get it, and so I do.
Petit dejeuner on Anapurna.
That’s my blue dish, that little dot between my paws.
I like eating high up too, Loulou, but that usually means on the kitchen counter. ~Wally
Gosh, I’ve never been on the kitchen counter. At least THEY think that….haha.
What a funny picture of your backside as you eat. We were expecting you to be eating on the floor or the ground but you are up HIGH! What fun.
That’s my exercise rock. It’s alive, mama says, and magical. I wish it would magical up more food.