Missing Chips

Maxime and I went up to Orthez this morning although I seem to have misplaced him on a number of occasions today. The first time I lost him was even before we had left the house. I found him in the garage wearing my cycling shoes and trying to climb onto my bike. I gently explained to him that we would be taking the car to travel the 80 kilometres to the riding stables. When we got to the stables his erstwhile 12 year old babysitter Abby was waiting for him. This week she opted to put him on the back of a pony and off they went. I didn’t see them for about 1.5 hours as they hacked off into the wilderness. Thankfully they both came back with huge smiles on their faces, although Maxime did seem confused that he couldn’t eat his pony despite it being called “Chips”. He also didn’t eat much at lunch because we had a salad which isn’t his thing. He made do with a huge slab of pate and half a baguette. I was just waiting for him to crack open a bottle of red and start waving a white flag and then we really wouldn’t have been in any doubt about his nationality.