my crate out of the car. What? Canít I go along? Then she put a strange harness
on me and hooked me into the seat belt on the back seat. Off we went. With Aunt
Uschi on my right and Mummy on my left, I didnít have a lot of the seat to
stretch out on (Iím a BIG girl now, 8 months old and practically finished
growing. Iím long!), so I put my head on one of their legs, trading off
every now and then to get a more comfortable position.
hours, we stopped at a highway rest area and Mummy said, Ągo piddleď, so I did.
Back in the car and on the road. Soon we disembarked in a parking ramp and they
took me along in my Sunday Wheaten Terrier collar and leash! Market! A hundred
times as big as the ones in Bassum and Syke, where I practiced as a baby puppy,
and full of people and bicycles, baby strollers and electrocarts. There are so
many bicycles in Dutch cities that you canít imagine anyone being left to drive
a car. In fact, there are more bikes registered than population!
Market! Itís Matjes season and the best Matjes are in Holland. The very best are at the
market in Groningen. Matjes
are virgin herring, marinated in brine. They are not cooked, but are not
raw. Huh? We headed straight for that stand and the humans stood at a table and each ate a Matjes, swishing it in chopped onions and holding it up by the tail, the authentic
Dutch way. All thatís left is the tail and the spine. Like cats do in the
cartoons. Mummy gave me a cookie.
in an order for 40 Matjes in an hour (They are gutted on demand.), we Ądidď the
veggie and fruit stands: pak choi, artichokes, eggplant, sugar peas, cherries,
Ö until all hands and Mummyís backpack were full. The loot was carried back to
the car. Mummy was very impressed that she could carry bags in both hands and
still have me on the leash, because I was so cooperative. Next year I will wear
my saddlebags from GrŠinne and help with the schlepping.
We all trooped off to a cafť for a drink of water or coffee. The waitress brought me my own bowl
of water. Mummy gave me a cookie. I stayed calmly with Daddy while Mummy
checked out the facilities, furnished like an Irish pub! Then it was back to
the market. Three of my four humans were astounded that I could walk so nicely
next to Mummy in such a crowd. Mummy knew that that was why Trainer Annika had
sent us to practise in local markets and city streets when I first moved to
Bramstedt. Daddy and Gregor both remarked
about how well-behaved I was. Mummy was proud and thrilled that I didnít have
any trouble with the crowds and never pulled on the leash; Aunt Uschi took
pictures for my homepage.
We did the
cheese and bread stands and then the flower market. Mummy found the biggest
EdelweiŖ she had ever seen. I stayed at her side. Back to pick up the Matjes and buy fresh fish
at the next stand. Mackerel to grill for supper. A side of salmon for graved
lachs. I got a cookie.
my crate had to be removed; the trunk of my station wagon was full of goodies
and pretties. On the way home they stopped at the first rest area for me to
piddle (In Groningen we were only on pavement.)
Mummy said, ĄGo piddleď. I did. At home we grilled the mackerel on the
terrace in my backyard and I got to try one bite for having been such a good
girl. After all, Iím a teenager.