My Lucy was born in France though her French language skills are nearly as bad as my own. Our neighbors will try to give her commands in French. Lucy loves the attention, but only react to the French with a wag of her tail. It always seems such a shock to my neighbors kids when she performs the commands when given in English. Her "passport" lists her birthplace as Montaigu de Quercy, which is in the Midi-Pyrenees. A little girl from the country. I remember her fears of the city noise when she first roamed the sidewalks of Paris. She has gotten over these fears. Lucy now only fears a visit to the groomer. Her greatest fear is any visit to her veterinarian, Marie-Laure Camus. The vet's office is just down the street from our apartment. Lucy's daily walks take her down this street towards the office. If we should cross the street at the end of this daily path she suspects a visit with Dr.Camus and will pull in the other direction. The only thing she likes about visiting the vet's office are the many cats that the doctor has wandering her office. Lucy doesn't know that Dr.Camus helped save her life when she had a serious bladder infection. Since her operation, Lucy has gotten out of the habit of wandering Paris as she did in the past. She does love her life staying close to home.
Happy Birthday Lucy and thank you for making my life in Paris even more memorable.
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