Today was a go-to-town get-everything-done kind of day. We are honing our lifestyle so that we don’t have to take as many trips down into town and when we do go we can actually enjoy milling around rather than manically going from one end to the other for supplies and business.
After we did our have-to’s we dropped into one of our favorite breakfast spots, Olga’s. The breakfast is great, affordable, served open air right in the middle of her garden and there is usually an ‘Olga hug’ at some point.
They also have a cute terrier. You know, the Toto kind. He’s adorable and sometimes roams around the dining area, normally minding his own business. He’ll come if you call but Olga keeps him in line.
Now, I don’t what went through his little head today. He seemed very interested in going out the fromt door but no one allowed it. 🧐
He passed under our table once or twice and I spoke to him. We got our food and were settling in to enjoy all the yumminess…
We laughed and I asked the server for a wipe of some sort but she was horrified and told Olga what he had done. Mama whisked him away inside and came back with cleaner and a rag to clean my bag. I told her it was okay but she said no he is not supposed to do that. Hubby and I joked about why he chose us over the other four tables with people and I said maybe he was marking me as territory. 😂
Then I looked at the bag and considered the possibility of a universal dog icon, you know.. like our public bathroom signs. I mean…
