Nouvelle Cuisine Dog Style

Nurse Sage

I arrived at Mr. N’s all prepared to nurse him back to health–he had a nasty cut on his foot, you know. But, when I got there, Mr. N said “join me for a bite to eat“. What happened to the foot??? Oh, it’s better, Mr. N said.

So, never one to turn down food, I made my way to the table. We both sat down.

The waitstaff brought out a plate with little tiny mounds of chicken, tuna, shrimp and salmon.

I guess that’s what Nouvelle Cuisine means–some kind of fancy stuff on a plate.We waited for a bit–chit chatting about this and that. Then I heard the word (‘OK’) and we dug in.In a flash, it was gone!A walk was next on the agenda. After all, we had to work off all that food!!

And Mr. N didn’t have to experience my extraordinary nursing skills ;).