So, it took us five hours to get up here to Montreal. Not too bad and I did VERY well in the car. We only had to stop about 4 times for a five-hour drive, so, in my opinion, that was good. I was all set to trip my person when she was leaving in case she was thinking of leaving without me. I would have tripped her, too. I’m not above that. I didn’t trip her the last time and she LEFT. I thought she left me, truth be told. But now, all is well, well…we are in Montreal and these dogs are French and they are weirdos. Good to know though that no matter where I go on this spinning blue ball jetting across the Universe that there will always be a dog stealing my ball. REALLY, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? It’s been happening to me for eleven years now people. Eleven years!!! I’m starting to get tired of it. I really am. We found a park I’m ok with that’s kind of in the neighborhood. We went to a different one the other days but the dogs made fun of me because I don’t speak French. You got more fish to fry you crazy French dogs. You’re not REALLY French anyway. Don’t know if anyone has told you but you guys are in CANADA. La Woof.