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Marathon? Pah, I did a bit of parkour instead (urban running) and here is a picture of me taking a short cut to the Seine (this is a Lâché, for those in the know).
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We have just come back from Paris but we nearly didn't make it off the plane. Mr Pet Human found a bag under his seat - where bags are supposed to be - and called a stewardess. He had a good old rummage for bombs, etc, at which point the lady in the seat behind said 'that man's got my bag!'.
Oops.
Some people, can't take them anywhere.
Well here I am home again. I've been dangled in volcanos and pits of bubbling mud, left at the mercy of untrained check-in staff, stalked by feral cats, stuck in an airport with no bar with two grumpy pet humans for eight hours and worst of all - I lost the last of my quince jelly in Dubai.
Looking back through the photos, I found this one of me which I think shows me at my dashing, modest, sea-faring best (obviously this was taken before my shirt got its quince stains, mud marks and big sulphurous spots from the volcano!).
In case you haven't found the rest of my pictures they are here. Thank you for following my travels. Mrs Pet Human has already found some unused airmiles ... watch this space!
There are times when I regret all those quinces and big breakfasts. The Pet Humans were checked in at Auckland by a trainee who announced that they were two kilos over weight on our luggage. Personally, I think that Mr Pet Human tried a bit too hard on the upgrade front - trying to get rid of - sorry upgrade - Mrs P.H. to business class so he could get at the free booze and stewardesses - but there we were suddenly re-packing at the check-in counter. Out went the Woof Guide and the Fidors and all that was left was Mr Pet Human's Big Lens or my good self. It was touch and go for a moment there - I was almost put in the post for an extended stay with cousin Emma - but common sense prevailed and the Woof Guide, etc, went into Mr Pet Human's big coat pocket, so now he looks even more voluminous than normal. Mrs Pet Human is very upset becuase she calculated her luggage allowance to the picogram. Needless to say, Mr Pet Human is in the doghouse over his collection of volcanic rock and driftwood samples, but at least he's carrying the Woof Guide so he should be able to find the doghouse fairly easily.
