Today is Valentine’s day and Maman and I are celebrating how happy we are to have each other!
She thought pearls for the occasion!
I think a duck poop necklace would have been preferable.
We almost had a Monsieur to celebrate with but that relationship ended a few days ago. She scared him off with her “oiseau sur la branche” ways…
Maman is not a big “plan for the future” type. He thought we lived way beyond our means. We doodoo!
As we are both spoiled.
I think he expected me to eat supermarket croquettes. And was shocked that Maman bought Italian spaghetti and French moutarde.
Ohlala! These Americans really they need to go sample and sniff their way in other countries.
But we are changing our ways. Never too late to change!
You can start your day over at any time. That goes for your life as well.
Inasmuch as I have such excellent taste, Maman and I decided to capitalize on this and to see if we could share our enthusiasm for beautiful things Doggie! And so we will open a shop and share what I like with everyone.
Adapting to the Portland ways does have its challenges. For instance, they expect Maman’s to leash their dogs here.
Quelle horreur! Imagine, having to be pulled around. Of course, Maman being Maman, she does not obey the rules.
Which does create some situations.
We go to this formidable park here called Forest Park. 5,200 Acres! Imagine all the sniffing a girl can do. And so many trails! The unfortunate thing is that every once in awhile we will run across a lunatic who thinks I should be contained.
Impossible! I say with a loud echo from Maman.
Maman who is Americaine (even though she has spent countless years in Paris) has perfected the art of not understanding English.
Funnily, in Paris, when we had unfortunate encounters with the Police, she did not speak French either.
Les Monsieurs who we encounter in Forest Park and who we do not understand inasmuch as we are French, can get quite red and heated.
The more heated and red they get, the louder their interpellations and intimidating ways and well, Maman does not intimidate easily. Even though they tower over her. Maman is quite short but acts quite tall. She can get quite loud too. It is the French way after all. Conflict calls for conflict, no?
No. Of course not. Thank Dogness, Maman has started to meditate. I am sure one day we will see results.
In the meantime, she yells right back in her limited English and very rude French.
Frankly, I find her quite scary at times. I will have her take a picture the next time we meet a man who wants to yell unpleasantries. They always photograph us and yell that they will tell the Police or Forest Ranger.
Maman always laughs (too loudly in my opinion) at this and tells them we live in France anyway and she is sure the Forest Ranger will come for her there!
That is a funny idea, I agree…