Yesterday Fifty and I got papped by some tourists while out for our walk.
Tourists with the largest camera I’ve ever seen, you know, one with a crazy big lens that can be used to take photos of celebs sunbathing topless on a yacht off the coast of St Tropez. Like, one of those.
This just confirms what I’ve felt all along. Le Petit Village tourists are nothing more than undercover paparazzi trying to snap me (I may be feeling a tad delusional this morning, lets go with it).
I was in my usual Fifty walking attire, as in converse, windblown hair, and ridiculously large sunglasses (best to shield my eyes from all the flashbulbs… delusional!). Fifty was in his new spiffy black harness. It’s basically a bunch of thick black straps cris-crossing around his body, making him look like he is either 1. about to invade Poland, or 2. going to a sado-maso club. Either way he looks adorable.
Maybe it was Fifty they were trying to pap and not me?
P.S. Can you tell I haven’t been up to anything since I got back so don’t have anything to post about. Can you?