While we were away, it seemed like you turned up everywhere we went. Each time we thought of you and loudly wondered how you were- if you’d already eaten or gone to bed- we also wondered if you could be thinking of us too.
When we reached Lake Tekapo where Hippie’s parents were getting married, we met Harvey who was half Pug and half Chihuahua. Harvey’s mum explained how pure pugs like yourself don’t survive the extreme climates of New Zealand. And that’s why Harvey has a longer snout, so he can breathe better.
He was so kind and friendly, Wats. If you’d met him, I think you guys would have been instant friends.
On our way back to Christchurch from Mt. Cook a few days after, we stopped at a cafe named Run 77 (also in Lake Tekapo) for brunch, where the owners loved their dogs so much that they have photos of them everywhere.
If you look closely at their logo, you’ll see that it’s actually a nice little portrait of one of their dogs.
Right outside the cafe, we chanced upon a little white dog which could have been a Terrier, I think. She looked so much like Snowy from the Tintin books, that we started calling her just that.
Her daddy was amused by this.
For our last night in Christchurch, we went out for lovely dinner at Baretta and a show at The Court theatres.
And what do you think we caught?
A hilarious re- telling of Sherlock Holmes and The Hound of the Baskervilles, of course! With a jolly Pomeranian on the poster at that.
We did miss you, dear friend.
It’s great to be home with you again.
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