Adventures of Humphrey

September 11, 2025

**My Big Adventure – Day 13: Colmar to Riquewihr**

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Morning Shenanigans

I woke bright and early at 6:30am, ready to seize the day! Surely this was wake-up time? Nope. The hoomans only surfaced at 7. I bounced around full of energy—this *had* to mean the dog park at

last. No way they’d ignore me again. Wrong. We got in the car and drove to another “picturesque” village called Riquewihr. Mum said it was from *Beauty and the Beast.* I say… boring.

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Village Wanderings

We stopped at a boulangerie for breakfast (pastries for them, nothing for me), then wandered the cobbled streets. Eventually, we left town and walked through rows of small trees with funny purple dangly things (vineyards). Dad let me off for a glorious zoom down the path between the rows—I came back when called because I’m such a good boy.

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Wine & Rain

At the next village, it was a ghost town. The hoomans wanted coffee but could only find wine. Just then, the skies opened and rain poured down. Of course, the geniuses had left all the raincoats—including mine—in the car. We ran, soaked, into a swanky wine place. Dad said they’d do a tasting. Yawn. I knocked over a stool to show my boredom, the French lady wasn’t impressed but I soon won her over with my charm. The hoomans bought some bottles and we headed out, this time to the sunshine.

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Energy Overflow

Dog park now? Nope. Lunch. I lay quietly, afterwards I stalked pigeons and little birds, but my energy was bubbling over. Eventually, it exploded—I barked loudly, tugged on the lead, and jumped up at Dad for all to see. The hoomans scolded me (so unfair). Dad even got a crepe and didn’t share. Outrageous.

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Wine Stop No. 2

Back to the car—dog park? Nope again. Another wine place! This time I behaved perfectly, until the man gave me attention. My excitement burst out, I tried to jump up, and he actually tapped my nose and said *“No!”* The audacity! Rude man. The hoomans didn’t seem impressed either, and thankfully we left.

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At Last… The Dog Park!

Back to the apartment. Mum put on casual clothes—this had to mean freedom! And finally, yes: a dog park. As soon as I heard barking and saw the space, my heart leapt. At first, I hung back—lots of big dogs speaking a different language. Dad threw my ball, but they all chased it and took it. A husky called Luna even snapped at me, so I reported her to her hoomans. Eventually, I grew braver and played with a vizsla who seemed friendly. Luna turned out to be the park bully, so I gave her space. I even marked my territory by peeing on Dad’s bag—just in case that vizsla got any funny ideas. Mum had to clean it, but totally worth it. Once they left, Dad and I played fetch and even did a bit of agility. Pure bliss—running free at last.

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Evening Treats

It was hot, and I got tired, but Dad made me run more until I was wrecked. I even found a mud pit to wallow in (the hoomans were… less enthusiastic about that). When we finally returned to the apartment, they cleaned me before letting me inside, I dashed to stake my claim on the sofa, I am German afterall.

In the evening, we went for dinner right beside the apartment. Mum and Dad said it was Tunisian and really tasty. I watched the world go by like the good boy I am. Then came the best part—they got ice cream. I jumped and wagged so much they couldn’t resist. Mum gave me the last bit of hers, then Dad too. Best. Day. Ever.

Back at the sofa, I curled up happily. Tomorrow we head to another country—Luxembourg. I’ve lost count of how many that makes, but all I really care about is this: will there be a dog park?

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Best & Worst Bits

**Best Part:** Finally getting to run free at the dog park (and, of course, the ice cream).
**Worst Part:** That rude man at the wine tasting who tapped my nose—how dare he!