Yes, Le General had much more in mind than a simple invasion and occupation. She also set her sights on appropriating a brand new Golden Retreiver puppy of superior French pedigree. (Her foot soldiers did not object to this order.)
Soon after we got to France, Averil located a new litter of puppies in the tiny town of Rians, about 200 kilometers from Vaison la Romaine. Through her cunning skills, she reserved for her family a female. Sunday, September 18th would be pick-up day. We were excited. A picnic lunch was packed and the car was fueled with a full tank of diesel. We knew it would be a beautiful day for a picnic. But a huge rainstorm blew in. Undeterred, we set off at 7:30 a.m.
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Lacking any modern means of navigation (no GPS, no cell phones, and no printer ink), Averil expertly guided us through 200 kilometers of previously-unexplored Southern France using only this ancient means of car piloting:
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We arrived in the town of Rians by 10:00 a.m. Once we arrived in town we had to find the exact location of the puppy kingdom. This proved slightly more difficult. First, we consulted an intoxicated florist:
One hundred meters later, we consulted the baguette lady:
And one hundred meters after that, we consulted a distracted policeman:
Then we went totally old-school! We got a calling card from the tobacco shop and used a pay-phone to call the puppy person:
The puppy lady was nice and she wanted to sell this puppy. So she sent her husband into town with her car and we followed him to the puppy place. When we got there, we got to see the puppy. It was fairly cute:
We decided to take her home:
When we got home, we had to pick a name. There were several nominations on the wall:
But we settled on "Ivy" for no particular reason.
Yeah, she's kind of cute:
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