Our Smokey turned 9 last week (here he is with 2 of his 5 sisters, in 2009). Following the previous post, I received several emails about our golden "showing his age." Funny, I didn't notice the gray in his beard or his eyebrows..until now. And it's all got me thinking about how we need to treasure every day with him.
We'll keep the rest of this post light, with a look back at Smokey and his sisters. You'll meet Braise, too, Smokey's mama. We got her from the dog pound before we moved to the first vineyard. She passed in 2015, at the same age Smokey is now. We really do need to treasure every day from here on out!
Today's Word: le chiot
: puppy, pup
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A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE
by Kristi Espinasse
Kids! Every parent knows that caring for them can be an all-consuming activity, that is, when the kids are not busy consuming you.
Yesterday, Braise and I, exhausted after 7 weeks... and 14 years (respectively) of child-rearing, decided to GIVE IN. And so we collapsed on the front porch and put up our figurative white flags.
With that... the puppies rushed forth in victory!
After getting our ears, noses, fingers, and toes chewed on... and our shirts and fur slobbered on... on a eu assez!... That's when we decided to play dead in order to get these puppies off our heads!
(Photo, below: Braise, in the background, feigns la mort. I follow suit, protecting my face just in case...)
In my case, the puppies aren't buying it -- though one stops to feel my pulse with her paws.....
After a bit of ceremonial concern (short-lived sympathy on their part) ... the puppies now esteem that it is time to revive the drama queens.
Let's get their ears! Let's pull on their hair! (Braise, in the background, continues to play dead, unfazed by the toutou torture...)
The victor! (Actually, there were six of them. Each got his/her turn to rise to the sky as Champion, glorified.
le chiot =puppy, pup
on a eu assez = we'd had enough
la mort = death
le toutou = doggie (from this list of French baby talk)
Le Seigneur = Lord (from last photo caption, below)
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