Off we went to the petrol station for our picnic.
Mistress likes the scenic spots.
Or at least the ones with the nice toilets.
And easy to get back on the road again.
She was a bit mean this time though. We took our own sandwiches and drinks in the Eski instead of buying them out.
But at least she went to buy crisps, chips, patatas fritas. Me gustan mucho.
And - junk free, solamente patatas y aceite de oliva. Yumm.
Come along, master, let's share the sandwich.
And the crisps.
It is mine.
That's mine too.
Ohhhh and I so want that crisp.
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