So macho! (Friday 16 July 2010)

Alfie and I were fully recovered and looking forward to a “beastie of a walk” today. The walking wounded (Aunty Allsorts using her “bad” knee as an excuse and Uncle John W using his “bad” leg – whatever....) stayed back at the chalet for the morning whilst we, with Daddy Ant and Alfie’s daddies, went for a macho walk. We had a pretty tough morning but it was fun.  Apart from some stupid park warden who stopped us going further into the park - saying we were a danger to the wildlife!  Why would we want to eat scabby French animals when we had our daddies' ham and cheese baguettes to steal?  But you know what the French are like about their food......
But we found lots more snow to play in so that made us feel better!

Alfie knackered this time!

Over lunch they were watching some mad people jumping off the mountain with big bag things attached to them - making noises about trying it out for themselves.  Alfie and I were convinced it was just the booze talking.....  After our lunch we were going to do another walk, but the beer they had, and the wine and the good lunch made them lazy so they decided to come back into town – guess what – to meet Aunty Allsorts and drink yet more wine!

It's just the booze talking - they wouldn't even think it.....

But even they were a bit tired tonight, and at Uncle John W’s suggestion (that bad leg again.....) we stayed in and they ate lots of French cheese and of course drank lots of French wine..... I also got a bonus – Alfie is a bit slow on the food intake – think he likes to save a bit for later, but I’m quite quick and despite my sore paws I’m still quicker in that department so I managed to eat his tea too. Well if the grown up’s can eat themselves silly, I can too!