Pugs and Paris
April 7, 2008
Here is Paris’s dirty little secret….the weather. Last night on the way back to Paris from the campagne we had driving rain, snow, sleet and moment of sun (yes, moment. singular). Not to mention the requisite accidents that go avec. So after exactly one day of spring on Friday, we’re back to winter. Rainy winter. It drives a person indoors, which is a good thing for a writer.
For my dog on the other hand… Like any good Parisienne (begging to fit in) I have a dog. Miss Snuggles. While at church last night, Miss Snuggles found her way into a cabinet and ate an entire box of Golden Grahams–this from a dog who’s regular food is called ‘obesity management’ (It’s not only the women that have to be skinny in Paris). This is no town for a fat dog. Oh la pauvre pug!
I think Whip didn’t give me permission to upload a photo of Miss Snuggles. We’ll see about that! A+
La Gringa
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La Hija | April 7, 2008 at 6:44 pm
Dear La Gringa,
You have such a great pen! I foresee many published books of yours (including my favorite, the one about Paulina!)!
Wow! Four seasons on the road back! Crazy! How can you deal with it?
Sincerely,
La Hija
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La Hija | April 7, 2008 at 7:00 pm
Dear La Gringa,
I am struggling in my English course this trimester. Could you please grant me some tips? If you will, thank you so much!
If you can’t, I’m sorry for bothering you with my ridiculous problems. Either way, I am your #1 FAN! (perhaps your only commenter though…) When I grow up, I want to become a person as grand as you!
Yours,
La Hija