Yes, I know – it’s Saturday. What can I say? Friday was a little hectic for me. Without further ado, here’s my response to this week’s Free Fall Friday challenge:
“Hey, boy! Yeah, you’re a good dog, aren’tcha, boy?” The black Lab slathers my hand with a doggy kiss like warm sandpaper. I can’t believe there’s a dog just like Licorice here in Paris! Where’s Mom? I thought she was checking out the book display over there.
“Ray?” Mom comes up behind me. “Are you making a new friend? Bon jour.” She smiles at the French lady seated at the cafe table. At least I think she’s French. We are in Paris, after all….
“Bon jour! Est-ce votre fils? Il aime vraiment les chiens, non?” The lady smiles back at Mom, shooting off a stream of Francais. Mom gave me these French downloads for my iPod, but they don’t seem to have helped any. I can’t understand a word anyone says. Mom’s not much better until they slow down. She says she speaks French and Italian – but she always forgets to mention the last time she used those languages was before I was born.
“Oui. Et alors, nous avons quitter notre chien aux retour en les Etats-Unix….” Mom and the lady are at it now – the lady rattling off rapid-fire French like a machine gun, and Mom slowly booming back answers like a cannon. I don’t care. The Lab drops and rolls over, and I start scratching his tummy, watching his left leg kick just like Licorice’s does when you hit the sweet spot.