What should I tell you, since a couple of days it seems like that. With a little piece of refreshment. Because it never rains here in France. It refreshes only. Sometimes more, sometimes less. It is 8 o'clock in the morning and it will stay like this all day long. Well, it's less hot during the day. Only about as 26 degrees, but it is damp. ONLY ABOUT 82% . If I had to dress myself, I would probablystick in my clotheslike my can-openers . And as I heard it sticks also in bed. I am right glad that I can stay on the dry stone floor.
I'm starving. Today I went for weight control to the vet ..... and ....... four pounds less. . They've given me too little to eat. Respectively. These are the aftereffects of the fondue we had last week. Where I needed to be present, but I did not get a single thing. That's torture and should be forbidden.
It is damp and hot, I'm even too weak to gnaw the bone. And when I do get as bedtime sweety, my beloved Dentastix,I usually fall asleep with one in my mouth. Too bad that the next dayitalwayssticks somewhere on the head or my ears. Where it mostly causes a panic attack.
Poh, the weekend seems to become very exhausting. I have heard something about an outdoor fondue this evening. And once again I will get nothing. Pure intentions, I say. They feeded me yesterday some rotten shit. Now I've got just a bit flitter doody, and now "They" say I could not eat any complicated things today. What is complicated with simple piece of beef , I am wondering? I think this is an excuse. "They" do not want to share with me.
The summer is over. Aalthough local meteorologists says it is not, but we can not believe it. It's already cold. Yes, yes, ice cold. This morning at 7:00 just 14 degrees and during the day and we can get more than 31 degrees. Brrr. Good thing I am wearing my fur .
There are these days when you should stay in bed. All day long they streched my nerves. Then thehighlightin theevening was a 35 year old scooter rider who was not keen it that Daddy idid not drive streight in the ditch, so he could overtake, loud moaning he drove by and tried to smash the side mirror with his fist and spit on us at once. Yeah, you can not live with them and you are not allowed to run them over bitethem inthe but.
Mom always asks me where I put my tongue when I close my mouth. My answer is: "No idea, inside?" She always says she would bite herself walking around with her tongue outside. I can only say learned is learned. Is it merely a matter of coordination.
It is early morning. From the sea there comes a slight smell of seaweed and dead fish. Wonderful. At this early hour, you can still be lying in delicate 19 degrees in the shade and look who is walking bye. The nice thing about that is incidentally mentioned that barking on people not only makes fun it is also not even a bit strenuous.