Doggies and toodles

These guys and girls were out in front of the restaurant I lunched at a few days ago. I'm assuming this was a dog walker. So well behaved it seems. But when Frank tried to take a picture, he got snarled at. That reminds me of the big fight I witnessed at the doggie park. A lady came in with her pitbull and kept it on the leash. Georgie was off playing with a golden retriever and the lady was watching them and asked me if the golden was trying to dominate. I said that I thought all dogs tried to dominate in some way, but that they were clearly playing. So she let her dog off the leash and he dashed over to where Georgie and the golden were playing and joined in. A couple minutes later and the terrible dogfight began. It took six of us to get the animals apart, both of them bleeding from the face and neck. Vicious! When they are in fight mode, it seems like it is to the death. Well as soon as we got them apart, I leashed Georgie up and got him out of there. Poor Georgie wouldn't have had a chance against that pitbull. The lady explained that her dog doesn't like to be mounted or dominated and that's why he reacted. The lady with the golden was very upset because it wasn't her dog, it was a neighbor's. Honestly though, if you know your dog might react badly, do not take him to the doggie park.

I got all the Christmas cards done. Had to since we're leaving before dawn on Tuesday. The most expensive part of the process? Postage! I was kinda shocked when I saw it was $55 just for the stamps. Most of my cards go to the states, and a stamp to the states is 98 cents. Plus they add tax on top of it so it's more like $1.10.

We're in preparation mode for vacation again. I've been researching and it seems that little gifts for tipping are greatly appreciated in the undisclosed Caribbean location that we are going to. Sure, money is fine too, but the scarcity of goods makes that money somewhat useless, especially for rationed items, which is basically everything. So I went through the bathroom and collected all the hotel soaps that Serge loves to steal, plus little samples of things I've collected, razors, shampoos, little deodorants. When I showed Serge the bag of stuff I had culled, he said, "You didn't put anything used in there, did you?" Now what kind of moron does he think I am? Of course not! Later, when I was bugging him to go to the store with me so we could pick up other sundry items, he kept putting me off until finally he said, "Don't make me shit, I just want to finish this!" That gave me quite the laugh. Don't make me shit is a very common Quebecker expression that basically means don't annoy me but it doesn't quite translate in English. When I finished laughing I said, "I won't, you can shit any time you like dear."

Okay, this is gonna be it for a spell. They have a business center at the hotel we are staying at so if possible I will update from the undisclosed Caribbean location, most likely drunk. Pictures will have to wait for our return. Until then, here's a lovely shot of our warm Christmas great room. See y'all on the flip side.