is just pathetic!
is so ridiculous it borders on the stupid!
well here goes!
all fabulous and wonderful me, Claude Barbet – yes
peeps it’s me again THE Claude Barbet is now having
to write an adventures WITHOUT ME IN IT!!!!!!!
AND GASP IN HORROR MOMENT
peeps I know exactly what you’re thinking? “How
can one so fabulous NOT star in his own page” ??
and I couldn’t believe it either
world rocked, my ego dented (non, that’s rubbish,
a meteorite hitting me couldn’t dent my ego so forget
these adventures are all about Breea – Daughter of
the fabulous one – ME
the way, I may have mentioned this before but so you never
forget, I’m a confirmed French Champion now. I know
you’re not surprised but here is the extract from
that Gala moment:
remember that moment so well “And the Oscar for Best
French Barbet Dog goes to………..
Claude Barbet for his performance in “The Show Ring”
– Huge applause and cheering……..
to the commentator – ‘well there we have it
confirmed that despite his ego and eccentricity Claude has
won the Oscar for Best Dog and is now confirmed as a French
Champion’. ‘Well deserved as he will no doubt
see peeps, this started when I was bragging, sorry, telling
Breea all about my wonderfulness in the show ring and how
I went on to become a French Champion. I went on to tell
her that being so wonderful was not easy and that I had
to actually work for it, well that’s how I made it
sound to her, you know the thing peeps, got to encourage
encouraged she was as well
Show Manager (you know who) had entered Breea into a show
in Holland, The Netherlands The Dutch!! France is France
isn’t it? So why can’t Holland be Holland or
The Netherlands and why are the people called ‘Dutch’?,
very confusing for Claude. France and French – that’s
it. Anyway, at least it’s not Italians!!
I’ve forgotten where I was!
yes, Breea, Holland and show
so peeps, Anouk and myself did the hug thing before Breea
got into the Subaru to leave for Holland and an overnight
stay at our friend’s house (sensible Barbet owner)
before the trip through France and Belgium into Holland.
Or rather Friesland…….now I’m confused
course at the first stop for the night Breea had much checking
out to do and went to chat with the oversized ducks!!
the meantime the evening meal was being prepared by the
‘just a bit bigger than a Barbet – Annette!!
here because as you will notice those Italians are everywhere
and just have to get into the shot don’t they with
about as much finesse as a Bull in a China shop.
how the Italian at the forefront is creeping around Breea,
obviously jealous of her stunning looks – takes after
her Dad you know……..
journey was going well until they hit Antwerp – not
literally hit it you understand as that would be silly,
and we’re Barbets and we don’t do silly!!
a massive traffic jam meant an hour and a half in a queue
– oh great!! All they could look at was hundreds of
Harley Davidson’s* riding past them on their way to
a bike meeting.
Davidson, like a proper bike only slower and odd looking!!!
note: I am a Biker of the Very Fast Variety. If you own
a Harley and are reading this, then no apologies!! I just
the journey was completed into Holland they arrived at a
beachy sandy area type of thing (it’s a Dutch thing)
and finally got to stretch their legs, dogs and humans and
from the pictures it’s fairly obvious this is not
a typical Welsh beach scene!!!