Daniel, the chef, often tossed tidbits to Loxy during the preparation of dinner. So of course, Loxy always hung out by the kitchen window in the late afternoon. In the late afternoon light, my camera was not fast enough to freeze Loxy's rapidly wagging tail. Hanging around a French château, being patted by all the guests, and eating gourmet French food: is this what’s meant by "a dog’s life"? |