I left Bucharest this morning. After breakfast, I walked to a local park on Reina Elisabeth and then back through the old town. Outside McDonalds, I was approached by one of the local dogs. The young pooch came right up to me, jumped up, rather friendly (I was scared for an instant, but the dog's tail was wagging.) I think the dog said to me: Hey, can you go into McDonald's and get me something. I think the dog knew I was an American tourist.
Sucker that I am, I went into McDonald's and bought a sausage biscuit. The dog ate the sausage patty, but not the egg or the bread. After finishing the meal, the dog looked at me, smiled (I think), and happily ran to catch a bus. Really, the dog got on the bus with human passengers.
I could not get my camera out in time, but I was laughing all the way back to the InterContinental.
The dog got on the bus!
Now in Amsterdam. I took an evening canal cruise. Quite a warm day and night! Back home tomorrow, and work on Monday.
What is all this nonsense about snow?