Jake loves to be out and about in Bodrum. He knows all the streets like the back of his paw and will try and direct the biped he leads around to his favourite lunchtime stopovers. He's pretty peed off that his best-loved establishment, Seaman's House, where he was always given crispy fish heads, whether his lunch companions ordered seafood or not, has closed down. He still tries to make the detour down 'Tequila Street' to see if the whiff of those deep-fried morsels lingers in the air. (He watched a UK TV programme on canine prowess not long back and learnt from a presenter with ears almost as large as his own, that dogs are able to detect events that happened years ago by just sniffing the air. This was reassuring as he'd assumed he'd been suffering from constant deja vu.) It's a shame that he very rarely sees inside the buildings he passes. He had three paws inside a government office a couple of weeks ago and all hell broke out; shouting, gesticulating and very offensive language was directed his way. A dog could get a persecution complex in this town. There is one shop in town where dogs are very welcome. It also turns out to be the best photocopy/form filling destination for those applying for residency permits. Jake has no need of such paperwork but a very attractive young whoofer called Barbie helps her biped run the establishment and a visit to such a peachy pooch makes his day.
|İrme Stationers - Under the main mosque.|