When it rains out, the dog still needs to be walked. William came with me because his teacher (actually his whole elementary school) was on strike. Again. He didn’t seem to mind the rain one bit, and I changed him into clean, dry clothes straight away upon entering, and he settled down with his Nintendo. I don’t mind the rain… Read More
This is the last Wednesday of relative peace for the school year, barring the vacations. Although Juliet has dance and solfège, and Gabriel has solfège, chorale and soccer, and William has multi-sports, I do not have to teach English today, and William, therefore, does not have to go to Centre for the morning. So there are two less things to… Read More
Why am I wearing surgical gloves to give my dog a bowl of water? Well, yesterday morning, he jumped in the bank of the Seine, and it must have been a stagnant pool (hidden by the brush) because it was unbeLIEvably smelly. So I gave him a bath. Then last night, he found a dead crow, so he rubbed his… Read More
When we picked Hunter up from his 4-hectre paradise, we discovered that he had learned a few tricks. He’s a new dog, you see, so he’s still teachable. He was just weaning off his “let’s eat poop” stage before he left, which I was relieved to see the end of, since it’s pretty darn disgusting. But when he came home,… Read More
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As I mentioned on my Facebook page, I have been too busy to read the Bible lately because I’m a big important writer now, and have been rushing to start each day in front of the computer, to try and do as much as possible before a child or a dog comes to claim my attention. Yeah, so my dog… Read More
