Nashville,
Indiana is just another CLHT. Lark told me I would get to know CLHTs, and I have. CLHT means cute little historic town. Mom is all about them. In fact, Dad says I must learn to tolerate it like he has. It means walking up and down streets, making turns into alleys and around corners just to see how people are using their historic buildings. She gets really excited when the historic building has a shop on the ground floor and housing above.
I really don’t get it myself, but if it makes her happy, then, I’m happy. She says I’m her main squeeze. That means she can cuddle with me and call me her Fluffy Bunny. I like that. I was sent to make her happy so I do everything I can to follow through on that mission. I even jump up in the lap of old men and lick them in the face because it makes Mom laugh. Yuck. But, whatever it takes.
Anyway, she says Nashville, Indiana is one of her favorite places. I guess they’ve been here a couple of other times. At least that’s what Lark said when she settled down to take a nap as we were leaving to go. “Been there, done that, sniffed the sidewalk.”
And now I have too. For the most part, Nashville was very dog friendly. Dogs could go in a lot of the shops. They had signs in the windows saying, “Dogs Welcome.” Dad decided to get his haircut, and they invited me and Mom in to sit in the air conditioning because it was pretty hot outside. We saw lots of dogs including a bulldog, a shepherd, some doodles, and a black and white mixed breed of some sort.
There were two things about Nashville that disappointed me though. There was a shop called the Naughty Dog. I was sure it was a pet store, and I would get some treats, but it was a bookstore. Really? A bookstore! Mom went inside and while she said there were a lot of lovely books, she didn’t buy any. Dad said the world might start shaking because she went in a bookstore and didn’t buy anything. She would have bought a lot if there were dog treats!
The other thing was that Mom promised me pizza for lunch. She said that there was a good pizza store and dogs could sit on the patio. But, when we got there, they’d changed their rules and dogs couldn’t go inside or even on the patio. Hmm. What a mistake. Because I couldn’t go in, Mom and Dad wouldn’t go in either, so they lost our business, and Dad had to have tacos for dinner.
Overall, Nashville was very dog friendly unless you are in the mood for pizza. Then, you have to go somewhere else.
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