Dear Diary -
Today, I did not wake up til 7 am. Dad was so excited that he gave me 2 cookies. Dad is too funny. Later, when he was cleaning my room, I noticed that Dad was pointing a funny looking object at my bed. I wonder if that is a camera. Is Dad watching me now? I think that is an invasion of my privacy!! Dad is a retired attorney. So, he should know better
Anyway, Diary, today, I was thinking about the time I spent in France. When I was 9 or 10 years old, Dad took me to the French Rivera for about 8 months to visit a friend. The plane ride was not scary for me at all. In fact, since it was not a commercial flight, I got extra special treatment. I even got to sit on Dad 's lap.
When we arrived in Nice, a big car picked us up and took us to a beautiful home. I even had my own room with a nice woman to take care of me. I guess she knew I was special because she always gave me treats. Dad's friend was very nice. Every one referred to him as "Monsieur le Comte." I'm not sure but I think he was almost as important as me.
One week, we all went to Paris and stayed at a place called Georges V. I think the people there knew that I was very special because they called me "Monsieur Boo." I saw dogs every where on the streets and in the restaurants. Dad even bought me a special dog feeder from Maison Goyard (Chic du Chien boutique). I also got a beautiful collar. My Maltese friend, Lola, almost fainted, when she saw what Dad bought me. The only thing I hated about Paris was the poop on the streets. Yuck!!!
Well, Diary, I will tell you more about other trips another time. Now, I'm feeling hungry and want to eat.
Boo