During our European sojourn, poor LBJ has survived two incidents where he was almost left behind to fend for himself, both times at the hands of the dastardly Spiney.
In Amsterdam, we had lunch at a small cafe before going to the Van Gogh museum. We pulled out LBJ so he could bask in the coolness of it all. Then we paid our tab and left.
A few blocks away, Lara realized she’d left our little president behind. She charged back to the restaurant in time to pluck LBJ from a tray of dirty dishes that were being cleared from our table. The waiter looked at her as if she was out of her mind. Astute waiter.
And today, in Helsinki, Lara and I were walking around looking for someplace to eat. We’d already stopped in one place, but it turned out to be a cafe where you had to go up to a counter and order. We wanted full service. So we left.
Several blocks away, I heard Lara mumble something. Fortuntately, I tossed a look over my shoulder to see her walking, very quickly away from me. Then she broke into a run. I followed, worried that she’d snapped and was running off to join Finland. Then I saw her duck into the cafe we’d stopped in earlier, where she rescued LBJ, along we several other items we’d purchased. The only thing she was worried about, though, was LBJ. I’ve trained her well.
I’m not sure if the poor little Texan will survive Paris. We have managed to snap several definitive LBJ in Europe photos that will be added to the gallery as soon as possible.