Its spring and I officially have puppy fever.
Meet Churchill. Churchill is a seven year old English Bulldog who, in his spare time, loves romping around in the vineyards, chasing ducks and having his back scratched. I love him. I want him. Dexter says please, please!
Anyways. Today I stole the boy away from corporate America and we picnicked at Chateau Felice.
This place has it all—delicious wine, a beautiful atmosphere and…..puppies!
I don’t know about you, but any place that has killer Cab Franc AND puppies that look like bears is a winner in my book.
He’s just a friendly 6 month year old! Check out those paws!
I brought a salad from the local grocery store but was too preoccupied petting the bear cubs to thoroughly enjoy it.
In my salad were chickpeas, beets, kidney beans, mozzarella, carrots and dried cranberries. Felt great to eat some greens!
Churchill says no to lettuce.
But yes to coming to live with Dexter and I in our hole. I whispered in his ear of my plans for us to run away together….
He gave me a nuzzle and a wet nose to the knee. It was love….love!
Next thing I know a piece of dark chocolate is being stuffed in my mouth and I’m being dragged to the car.
I’ll be back, Churchill. I’ll be back.