Petite, the Wonder Dog.

Petite "owned" the wagon we were riding in. Twice a day he would ride the 5 miles from the restaurant to the sea horse farm to pick up the next load of tourists. On the way back ,after the wagon had crossed the dunes to the beach, he would RUN all the way back. The tractor driver wouldn't slow down for him. Petite would run for all he was worth and chase the birds in the waves. He would slowly fall behind until he was just very small speck amongst the horses. We were half way though our meal when he made it to to the restaurant and waited to be petted and fed.

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