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IT’S A DOG’S LIFE
On a Cold Winter Morning, Mme. Macdonald Insisted I Join Her For a Walk
My warm bed was much more appealing, but she lured me with morsels of stale baguette. I have no pride
Bonjour a tous, c’est moi, Fred le chien here to share another eyerolling experience with Mme Macdonald. This time, her insistence on luring me from my warm and comfortable bed with morsels of stale baguette that she keeps in the pockets of her shamefully shabby and very old (comme Mme Macdonald) London Fog raincoat.
Most days, I join M. Pierre for a brisk and manly trot through the garrigue or woods. I climb into the back of the car and off we go. It’s always exciting and different — hunters firing guns, a whiff of wild boar, poking around ancient ruins — but M. Pierre works very hard (harder than Mme Macdonald who only pretends to work)and deserves to sleep in occasionally. Hence today’s walk with Mme M.
Unlike M.Pierre, Mme M never varies the walk which could get boring, except that I’m more interested in the contents of her raincoat pockets than I am in walking. So I’m at her side…
