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WHAT I`M READING...LE PAPILLON & LE PHALENE - GRAND COEURS EN PETIT TAILLE - Jean-Marie Vanbutsele
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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Thursday, June 23, 2005
WHIPPED CREAM
Diamond went off to a lovely home yesterday, and I hope he settles. I was discussing this with an experienced friend, and we began reminscing about the way Papillons take over your home, usually to its detriment.
I was reminded of a colleague to whom I sold a very tiny Pap bitch called Gemma. She was adored by her little girl, and quickly became very spoiled.
Came the day when her husband`s boss was invited to dinner. General domestic panic. She cooked, and baked and the kids were scrubbed at least three times and lectured, threatened and bribed as to behaviour. Nevertheless, during the pre-dinner hospitality, the little girl managed to sneak Gemma into the kitchen and feed her three whipped cream meringues, on the indisputable grounds that "Gemma liked them"
After dinner, with everyone relaxing and all going really well, in sailed Gemma. She trotted up to the guest of honour, stood in front of him, gazed adoringly up with bg black eyes and flirted her tail.
"Oh, how exquisite!" exclaimed the boss
At those words, "exquisite" leaned daintily forward and threw up three whipped cream meringues all over his shoes and socks.
The silence was profound.
She told me afterwards that she thought her husband might drop dead on the spot. He was seriously scared of his boss and had never exactly had a rapport with Gemma, since the one and only time he took the tiny creature for a walk and some boys across the road had shouted: "Haw mister, you walkin` yer gerbil?"
I`d love to say that the great man laughed heartly, the ice was broken and a new rapport established all thanks to man`s best friend.
If you believe that you`ve been watching too many sitcoms. Life aint sitcom.
As the appalled silence deepened, Gemma stepped forward and attempted to clean off the defiled shoes, seeing no reason to give up her three meringues so easily.
And I think that`s a good point at which to draw a veil over the rest of this social nightmare. You just don`t redeem a situation like that. Any effort would be like rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic.
Slow iris to black.
I was reminded of a colleague to whom I sold a very tiny Pap bitch called Gemma. She was adored by her little girl, and quickly became very spoiled.
Came the day when her husband`s boss was invited to dinner. General domestic panic. She cooked, and baked and the kids were scrubbed at least three times and lectured, threatened and bribed as to behaviour. Nevertheless, during the pre-dinner hospitality, the little girl managed to sneak Gemma into the kitchen and feed her three whipped cream meringues, on the indisputable grounds that "Gemma liked them"
After dinner, with everyone relaxing and all going really well, in sailed Gemma. She trotted up to the guest of honour, stood in front of him, gazed adoringly up with bg black eyes and flirted her tail.
"Oh, how exquisite!" exclaimed the boss
At those words, "exquisite" leaned daintily forward and threw up three whipped cream meringues all over his shoes and socks.
The silence was profound.
She told me afterwards that she thought her husband might drop dead on the spot. He was seriously scared of his boss and had never exactly had a rapport with Gemma, since the one and only time he took the tiny creature for a walk and some boys across the road had shouted: "Haw mister, you walkin` yer gerbil?"
I`d love to say that the great man laughed heartly, the ice was broken and a new rapport established all thanks to man`s best friend.
If you believe that you`ve been watching too many sitcoms. Life aint sitcom.
As the appalled silence deepened, Gemma stepped forward and attempted to clean off the defiled shoes, seeing no reason to give up her three meringues so easily.
And I think that`s a good point at which to draw a veil over the rest of this social nightmare. You just don`t redeem a situation like that. Any effort would be like rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic.
Slow iris to black.
Comments:
Dogs do like to eat.
My dog once ate an entire bag od catfood, followed by half a bog a of dogfood, before collapsing on the ground for the evening to sleep it off.
And when I say bag, I mean one that normally lasts for two weeks.
Then there was the time the sunday roast mysteriously vanished. One minute it was a plate inthe kitchen, next it was nowhere to be found. But without evidence, we just couldn't convict.
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My dog once ate an entire bag od catfood, followed by half a bog a of dogfood, before collapsing on the ground for the evening to sleep it off.
And when I say bag, I mean one that normally lasts for two weeks.
Then there was the time the sunday roast mysteriously vanished. One minute it was a plate inthe kitchen, next it was nowhere to be found. But without evidence, we just couldn't convict.
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