Fiiiiiiiiish and Chiiiiiiiiips

After our walk at the Pacific Spirit Park, mum and a friend decided to go get some FIIIIIISH & CHIIIIIIIIPS at Richmond Harbour. Of course, wherever mum goes, I go. STINKY on the other hand, was sound asleep at home. Afterall, he is still a baby, and sleep is what babies do isn't it??


It was my first time to Richmond Harbour so I was very curious about everything.


There were many restaurants by the water,


And THIS was the BESTEST one - PAJO's Fiiiiiiiish & Chiiiiiiiips!!!!!


I carefully made my way down the ramp to make my order.. it was a little scawwie because I could see water through the railings, BUT.... FIIIIIIISH & CHIIIIIIIPS got me my courage back!!


Checking out the menu,


MY pick: LARGE Halibut Fiiiiiiiish & Chiiiiiiiips!!

I patiently waited while the well trained hooman made the order.


The man with the baseball cap on asked if I go to a lot of good girl classes because he said I was so well behaved and so patient. Well the answer is - I don't go to classes, and I still do have my moments. It's just that when I know FIIIIIIISH & CHIIIIIIIIPS are on the line, I try to be as un-Airedale like as possible, for the moment.

Finally, MY ORDER! MY ORDER!!! MY order of LARGE Halibut Fiiiiiiiiish & Chiiiiiiips was here!!!


Here I was still trying to be as un-Airedale like as possible... it was hard, trust me.


Then the Airedale started to emerge... I started asking.. (mum: asking = whining, putting her paw on my leg and keeping it there until she got a bite, little woofs)


Then I was back to being a full Airedale - I moved onto the bench and started putting pressure on the hoomans.


I stared at the food without blinking, drooled at a rate of 1 droplet per second. If the food came to me too late, I helped myself. Not only did my EVIL mum had no sympathy, she made me get down from the bench, back to the dog level (which was totally uncalled for since I'm not a dog, I'm an Airedale aka. little curly coated hooman).

I bottled my dismay inside, and put on my adorable beggingDALE face since Fiiiiiiish & Chiiiiiiips were on the line.


The dog level wasn't as bad as I had imagined. I did get fed constantly.


I demanded tartar sauce on my fiiiiiiish, the more the better!


Mum's friend was quite well trained as well, he knew exactly what was the polite thing to do in the presence of an Airedale.


Of course, being an Airedale, I never take anything for granted (mum: HA HA HA!), I believe in giving back. So I went on crow-patrol for a bit, making sure the pesky crows left our food alone. (mum: you mean YOUR fish & chips??)


I ran at the crows and barked at them when they tried to sneak closer, other hoomans there thought I was funny, some other hoomans there told me I was a gooooood girl!!

I also took the opportunity to try and perfect my food-catching skill because to be frank, I'm not that great at catching treats/table scraps. They usually hit my nose/lip and fall to the ground. I'm great at catching balls tho.

I missed this one - opened my mouth way too early...


I got this one - see it in my mouth?? (mum: I had an amazing aim).


Here's me in action, mum was quite excited when I actually caught my fries because it doesn't happen often....

I LOOOOOVE Fiiiiiiiiish & Chiiiiiiiiiips!!! Can't wait for more! Isn't this the bestest dieting regime???