“Coffee is a language in itself.” ~ Jackie Chan
Good Morning! It’s Harry here. Mum is meditating, so I thought I’d save time and write her blog so that we can go to the cafe faster.
I love cafes. Ever since I was little I’ve been going. Especially first thing in the morning. So now I’m ready extra early. Sometimes when it’s still almost the middle of the night…
If you look carefully at the next picture you’ll see me, in the dark, waiting by the door to go to the car. It’s 3.42am. But the coffee shop opens at six so it pays to be ready!
Cafes and coffee shops are lovely. My brother Bert doesn’t like them much. He’d much prefer to stay on the veranda and have a sleep, or if it’s really cold he sneaks into the bedroom and jumps up on the bed and gets real small and low down to make himself invisible. He’s a comfort hound.
But me, I can sleep on the job.
I’ve been a good cafe napper ever since I was a pup!
It’s a social thing, cafes. All my friends are there. Lots of people to say hello. Lots of dogs to sniff and kiss. I keep busy while Mum is writing. I’m kind of like her writing companion. People can talk to me instead of her, so she gets more done.
I’m here in this next picture, but you can’t see me because I am under the table, sitting on Mum’s foot.
And best of all, there is bacon. I love bacon. Have you tried it? It’s amazing.
It’s almost as good as zippers or computer power packs. But not as much fun as pulling the stuffing out of pillows.
Hmmm. I’d better not mention that again…
Mum says this is the best type of cafe dog. She’s not very funny sometimes!
