Hugo says… Do you want that hamburger with or without attitude?

Hugo, Grandpa and Grandma walked around the dyke this afternoon and stopped off at the boat to check on things and pick up a few pirate accessories for the big party tomorrow night.

It was a lovely sunny afternoon, warm in the sun but chilly in the shade. Grandma and Grandpa decided to stop at the clubhouse for lunch and a beer. How cruel is that? Hugo couldnt’t have ‘people lunch’ and he was hungry. (Grandma did suggest he eat his lunch before they went out, but she neglected to tell him WHY.)
To make matters worse, he had to sit off the balcony, tied to the railing, where all the strangers with bags and big sticks were walking by.

Every single one of those strangers stopped to talk and wanted to put their hands in Hugo’s face. Duh, couldn’t they tell he was not a happy camper? He had to tell each one, in no uncertain terms, to back off and keep out of his space. One mean man had the audacity to touch even after Hugo growled a warning and that was the last straw. Hugo snapped at his hand – uh oh – Hugo knew he’d get in trouble for that.

That got Grandma’s attention though, heheheheh… and they quickly walked home where Hugo could curl up on his sheepskin mat and have a rest after filling his tummy.

Gosh life is hard when you’re a dog… and people just don’t get it.