After a slow morning I went of the the bi-annual family reunion BBQ from my Mum's side of the family where the main source of entertainment was the little kids who were mainly bumbling around aimlessly. We were also introduced to Templar the dog (told you it was a good name!) Most of the time he would lie in wait for a fly to buzz past and proceed to jump at it in an often feeble attempt to swat it. The highlight moment was when the dog jumped up onto Dad's seat.
Dad: Oh, bloody hell. Get down Templar. No. NO!
Host: He's a special French breed of dog, that's why we named him Templar
Dad: Ah, I see. Non, Templar! NON!
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