The suitcase, la valise, that vessel that comes out of hiding without warning. It’s out, la mechante ! Et oui, yes Maman is leaving again. She explained. I comprends and understand completement but cannot quite agree at all mais alors PAS DU TOUT why I can’t come too. After all we know I am of Service to her and that her emotional well being and bien etre is in mes pattes or my paws if you prefer. I have a SERVICE dog vest, I.D and demeanor.
We do have a letter of a psychiatre which explains her issues. I wont say there are many but I will say that I am needed. Tout le temps and at all times. Maman seems to think I will be happier with Auntie Phyllis. Okay, c’est vrai, it is true oh so true that I do not like riding on the scooter. Meme pas du tout!
But Maman needs me and doesn’t sleep as well if our noses do not meet like strangers in the night.
And I keep her warm even if it is summer and there is a massive heat wave in Paris. Aiiiie. Heat wave, Scooter…no.
But I remain convaincue that my place is at her side even if it means my fur coat will be heavy and the car fumes will clog my nose and Maman yelling at the Parisian drivers will scare me beaucoup. Especially at l’Etoile. La Place de L’Etoile. The most scary place I have ever encountered.
She explained that she was going for Maika’s BIG birthday. Of course I remember Maika well. Especially her kitchen and now I find I’m panting and salivating. Ohlala, OhLive you ARE A DOG. You live in the NOW. Bon, daccord. Sometimes I forget who I am.
And Maman is going as a birthday present. Une surprise. So she is very excited. Which franchement, I find annoying.
We have no photos of this. And we are not sorry.