When she lived on the mortal side with her dad Richard, Cassie loved to take walks. They would trek everywhere together. Cassie has declined to go on walks since arriving at the Bridge, waiting for her Dad. But I convinced her to go on a special walk with me.
We flew into the sun and landed in Paris. We were by the beautiful Ponts de Arts Bridge. We walked the seaside path where a fence runs along side it. There are padlocks attached to it. People attach the locks to it to secure their love with the most special person in their lives. I took out two locks and Cassie and I each secured the padlocks to the fence to lock in our love for our parents.
We went to a bistro and had an outstanding dinner. Then we walked to the Eiffel Tower. It was beautifully lit against the dark, night sky. Cassie thought it was a tremendous idea to climb it. I disagreed but I knew her dad would do it and I wanted to be a good companion. I only made it up one level and stopped, but fearless Cassie reached the top.
Our next stop was the Louvre. We studied the Mona Lisa. It was appealing but nowhere near as beautiful as our Moms. The rest of the paintings were interesting, but there should have been more dog art. I think that museum would really take off as a tourist site if they had more puppy pictures.
We took a stroll to the French Riveria and lay on the beach topless with the other bathers. All the humans thought they were being daring, but for us, it was just another day at the beach.
We grew bored with France and hopped over to Germany to see the Windjammer Parade and watch hundreds of tall ships float by. I became so enthralled I forgot to keep an eye on my little friend. Cassie’s adventurous spirit took hold and the next thing I knew she had climbed aboard a ship and climbed to the highest point on the mast. I barked at her to get down, but she didn’t until they docked. She was having too much fun.
After Cassie’s adventure, it was time for an undertaking more my speed. We went to Octoberfest, and we found the Foleytini keg and began drinking and munching on pretzels. When I woke up the next morning, I had to sniff out Cassie. She was under a sausage vendor's wagon with links in her mouth.
At that point, I thought we had enough fun for one walk through Europe. I helped Cassie up, and we flew back to the Bridge. I tucked Cassie into bed and stole one of her sausages for breakfast.
There is nothing like an angel stroll through Europe on a summer’s day