une morsure
Friday, March 09, 2012
A butter and cheese shop in the village of Salernes. Would this be a good photo for a book cover? If so, what might the book title be? Leave your answer here, in the comments box.
Chief Grape's USA wine tour will have him in the Washington DC area on 03/10, 03/11 and 03/12 and in Madison WI on 03/14. Click here to see all the cities Chief Grape will be visiting
une morsure (mor-sewr)
: bite
une morsure d'araignée, de serpent = spider bite, snake bite
une morsure de chien = dog bite
morsure du vent, du froid = biting wind, frost
Audio File: (Oh, man, here we go again. Not a Francophone in the house to record today's example sentence. I'll give it my best... but listen at your own péril! Update: I tried, but could not do it! My American accent drowned out the French words! Waiting for Max to return from driver's school. He have to do the recording this time!)
Example Sentence:
Une morsure est une blessure faite par la bouche d'un animal, incluant les humains. A bite is a wound made by the mouth of an animal, including humans. --Wikipedia
A Day in a French Life... by Kristin Espinasse
Un Mystère
Smokey made it home first. Shivering and wet, he hopped from paw to paw until I took the hint and brought him a big bowl of croquettes. After the two day escapade, he was affamé!
Braise arrived next. Only, as she bounded up to the back porch I noticed her head was covered in blood. Given her energetic arrival, I did not panic, but carefully parted her fur, looking for the wound.
In addition to the tear along her ear (which must have flopped over onto her head, soaking it in sang), there were four gaping holes in her side!
"C'est curieux," the vet commented, after we arrived at the clinic. "Normally, if this were une morsure the wound would not be so clear cut...."
I studied at the punctures in Braise's side, and wondered what--or who--could have gotten to her? My stomach weakened at the thought: Could a human have done this?
Impossible! No, she must have run into something sharp. A set of fire-stokers, par hasard? A barbed-wire fence? No, the hooked metal would have pulled at the skin. These wounds were too neat, like holes made by a tiny cookie cutter.
The mystery was troubling, and I watched, in a state of half-attention, as the vet took care of Braise.
When the vet pushed an aiguille into Braise's front leg, I saw the patient's furry jambes slide out from beneath her until she was lying like a mop, completely anesthetized.
The petit doctor picked up our 30 kilo dog who, when lifted, all but eclipsed the vet in size. "Puis-je vous aider?" I reached for Braise's legs, but it was too late, the vet heaved her up onto the operating table. "J'ai l'habitude," she explained.
Standing beside the table, I caressed our dog. Reaching over to lift her paupières, I saw only the whites of Braise's eyes, which had rolled back. I wondered if she could sense my presence and if it comforted her?
"Vous n'êtes pas obligée de rester," the vet said. I looked over at her hands which were wet with blood. My eyes blurred at the sight of needle, thread, and dog ear.
"Oh... ça va. Je reste." It occurred to me that my presence might be a distraction, but it seemed too late to back out now. Braise had just heaved a gentle sigh. Maybe she wasn't so far away after all... perhaps close enough to be comforted?
With one hand on our dog, I gripped the table with the other. It was only a precaution... in case this new-found nonchalance dissolved into waves of queasiness... and landed me on the floor, supine as our canine!
When the 45-minute operation was over (I lasted 10 minutes, only to end up chatting with a testy boxer dog in the waiting room), the doctor wrapped Braise's fury torso in one great bandage.
I couldn't help wondering about those wounds, but the vet put my thoughts to rest by concentrating on the positive: "Braise was lucky. The attack could have been at a more critical place--like the throat."
(Oh, the thought of it!)
"By the way, what about the other dog?" The vet inquired.
"Oh... Smokey... he is fine. I just hope he tried to help his mother during the attack!"
The vet studied Braise, thoughtfully. "Or maybe it was the mother who was defending the son?"
Of course! Chances are it was Braise who was looking out for Smokey. It wouldn't be the first time she saved his life.
French Vocabulary
une croquette = kibble (dry dog or cat food)
affamé = starving
le sang = blood (learn the expression "bon sang" + a dashing photo of Jean-Marc)
c'est curieux = that's strange
une morsure = bite
par hasard = by coincidence
une aiguille = needle (learn a ton of "needle" or "aiguille" expressions, here!)
une jambe = leg
puis-je vous aider? = can I help you?
j'ai l'habitude = I'm used to it
une paupière = eyelid
vous n'êtes pas obligée de rester = you aren't expected to stay
ça va. Je reste = it's okay. I'll stay
"Mother Love". Photo of Braise and Smokey, taken two years ago.
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The next day I took Braise's son Smokey to the vet's...
For the record, trying to keep a dog occupied in the doctor's (vet's) waiting room, is just as challenging as trying to keep a couple of toddlers occupied in the doctor's waiting room. The kids are grown up now, but I have a feeling that Smokey will never lose his need for one's full attention. And seriously, Smokey, how many times can one play Pat-a-cake? (Pardon me, I meant Paw-a-cake.)
Here's a French version of the game, one that Smokey particularly likes to play (keeps him busy during entire waiting room visits).
(sorry, the video is a bit dark. I found it on YouTube.)
Lyrics in French/English: Tape Tape, Petites Mains
Tape tape petites mains
Clap, clap little hands
tourne tourne joli moulin
turn, turn, pretty mill
nage nage gentil poisson
swim, swim, nice fish
vole vole papillon
fly, fly butterfly
Youpi! (Oui!)
Yeah!
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So glad that Smoky and Braise are home relatively safely. Jean Marc told us the story yesterday while we were sampling the Dentelles and Mistral. What a pleasure to see him again and to have another case of wine delivered.
Posted by: Katie Dyer | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:18 PM
Le title du livre: Je ne sais plus où l'on va.
The title of the book: I no longer know where we are going.
Posted by: gail bingenheimer | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:20 PM
Hmm, the bites weren't pellet holes from a shotgun, were they? Hope Braise recovers quickly, I think Smokey needs a mother looking after him. For Kip, in Western Massachusetts (visiting grandchildren and their parents), yesterday it was 70! Today, cooler, high of 45.
Posted by: Bill in St. Paul | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:20 PM
Ravages of time
Posted by: Lesley | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:27 PM
France and the End of Empire: 1534-1980, Volume I
Posted by: Brent | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:28 PM
Rocco, Bobby and Co send their best regards to Braise and hope that she avoids having to wear what the film Up describes as the 'Cone of Shame'.
Posted by: Gus | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:29 PM
puisse-je vous aider? = can I help you?
Wouldn't the indicative be more likely than the subjunctive?
puis-je vous aider? Est.ce que je peux vous aider?
Posted by: Bill in NYC | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:31 PM
hommage de fromage!
Posted by: eileen wiley | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 01:36 PM
Lavender,cheese & the Mistral breeze...
- Intime Provence
Posted by: Deborah Carter - Melbourne Australia | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 02:24 PM
Thanks, Bill in NYC. On my way to fix the mistake.
Bill in St. Paul: Yikes! I hadnt thought of bullet wounds! A few of the holes were kidney-shaped. They were about the size of a coin (quarter-size).
Gus (aka The Dog Wrangler--so as not to be confused with Gus in Florida :-) -- Gus, I checked out your latest posts and love the dogs photos! Also, I was so surprised and happy to see your post about this blog & book. Thank you very much!
Katie, Thank you for buying all those bottles! Sorry to miss seeing you this time.
Thank you for the interesting book titles. Keep them coming!
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 02:30 PM
You know me - I'd make it the cover of a photo book on the doors of France.
My heart was in my throat while reading Braise's story today. Still no idea what caused it? Your Braise is is such a good mom, I'm sure she got between Smokey and whatever danger they faced. Perhaps you should let your neighbors know what happen so they can keep their eyes open to any strange creatures in the countryside. I wondered about pellet guns, too, but the ripped ear doesn't fit.
Posted by: Julie F in St. Louis, MO | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 02:36 PM
Julie F., you would make a good detective--I hadnt thought about the ear and the difference in wound types. OK. Pellet guns are out....
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 02:39 PM
It's All In How You Mix It!
Posted by: Marshall Morton | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 02:43 PM
SOUNDS LIKE IT COULD HAVE BEEN A JAVELINA...XOXO MOM
Posted by: JULES GREER - PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 02:45 PM
Kristin....would love to see a video of you & Smokey playing "Tape Tape Petits Mains/Paws"
Posted by: Jeanne | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:00 PM
Vachement bon!
Posted by: Don | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:02 PM
OH, so sorry to hear about Braise. Could something with horns or tusks have gored her? What a worry dogs can be!
Posted by: anne | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:10 PM
Mom, you are so smart! Those puncture wounds looked like sharp tusk-edges! Is that the word tusk? Do sangliers have them?
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:11 PM
How about Shuttered Butter? Hello from Mesa, Arizona! Love your blog Kristin and am enjoying Blossoming in Provence. Since I found out about your site I've shared it with fellow ASU staffers who have a connection with your time here as well as your French class! Thanks so much for sharing!
Posted by: Rick Martorano | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:27 PM
My heart beat faster as I read about the attack.. OMG..horrible. It sounds as if someone shot Braise when she jumped in to help Smokey! Thank God they are OK..
"Passage to Delicious!" for the book, (however, I'd add some bright, pink flowers by the door somehow.)
Posted by: Tonya in Arkansas | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:42 PM
I'm sorry, but I think you have more enticing photos.
So sorry to hear about Braise and Smokey. I am glad they survived. Jules may be on to something. Have you thought about a book centering on the adventures of your dogs in France?
Blessings, Mary
Posted by: mhwebb in NM, USA | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:50 PM
Smokey and Braise are so precious. I am a dog lover, and your story tore at my heartstrings. My dog passed away almost two years ago. He was such a sweet, loyal, and wonderful friend. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him! I will be holding good thoughts for your sweet pups.
Posted by: Cassie Alexandrou | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:52 PM
Sending best get well wishes to dear Braise. Purrs and hugs to Smokey!
Posted by: Lisa Kennedy (with help from Nike and Maja) | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 03:52 PM
So sorry to hear about your furry angels misadventure. All the best for a quick healing. A book title for Beurres et Frommages: Essenstials of Life.
Posted by: Sharon - Montague, Michigan | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:16 PM
So glad to hear Braise and Smokey are okay.
Sunny here in Phoenix, AZ
xoxo
Posted by: Karen from Phoenix | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:27 PM
A title for the book could be: Life's Melts and Mixes(like beurres et frommages).
Posted by: Alyicia | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:33 PM
Hi Kristin,
Glad the dogs are healing up. Hunter - our Brittany (who thinks she owns our house) sends her best bark and yodel to say get well soon.
I like the photo. How about "Unlocking the Best of France" - Or "When one French door is closed another French window is open" (hope these are too cheesy ;)
Hope to sample Rose this weekend!
Posted by: Patty in Washington, DC | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:35 PM
" Melt n Moult"
Posted by: Shobha Varthaman | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:39 PM
I could not read this fast enough, so full of worry about Braise..If it was a pellet gun, couldn't the pellet have grazed the edge of her ear flap and caused the tear? I'm with the others, ask your neighbors if they know of any incidents with pellet guns or wild animals.
Posted by: martina | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:49 PM
Book title - France: On va manger!
Posted by: Lucy | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 04:54 PM
Those sangliers are vicious if crossed. Your doggies are such playful creatures Perhaps they came across a sanglier and saw a potential playmate. I'm going with your Mom on this one. Beware of cranky sangliers. Glad Braise is on the mend. Now, sit down, take a breath and try to relax. Oh and a nice glass of wine will help too.
Posted by: Luci | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 05:03 PM
So glad to hear both the pups are going to be ok! I love the photos you post of the dogs...I share them with my daughter who also loves her dogs!
Posted by: Andrea Robinson | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 05:23 PM
Book title: "Spread Too Thin: Confessions of a Dairy Queen." I have no idea what it's about--but i think i'd buy it.
Posted by: Gwyn Ganjeau | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 05:30 PM
Oh, les pauvres bebes! And poor you feeling so helpless with your furry children! I'm glad Braise is on the mend and I'm sure in your loving hands she will recover quickly. Hugs to all of you from a very beautiful spring morning in the Rocky Mountains. There's no place like home! (I'm sure that's what Smokey and Braise are saying!)
Posted by: Candy in CO | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 05:32 PM
I have to go along with Jules’ Javelina theory.
They are called Javelina because of their razor-sharp tusks, Spanish for javelin or spear.
They usually travel in bands and are not dangerous when left alone but an entire band can attack if one is wounded or pursued. They are fast and quite agile and have been known to drive off Coyotes and Bobcats.
I’m glad they home and recuperating
À bientôt
Posted by: Herm in Phoenix, AZ | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 06:26 PM
Oui, si le livre est au subject des beurres and des fromages.
Posted by: Robert McGowan | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 07:22 PM
Kristen, my heart went out to you, right now a single parent/grandparent to those sweet pups. I know there's no fence but just wish there were a way to keep those adventurous souls safer! Sending healing wishes to you all.
As for a book title...Why The French Drink Red Wine...especially Côtés du Rhône rouge!
Posted by: Nikki Cohn Tureen | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 07:31 PM
What might the book title be? "Welcome to Just Butter and Cheese"
Posted by: Jackie | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 07:49 PM
My heart went out to you, as well! So glad the animals are on the mend.
I love your photos. All I could think of was the word, Mange, when I saw the butter and cheese. I'll have to get more creative.
Do you know the book: POP by Sam Horn? (forgive my punctuation. one shouldn't write until one is fully awake?)
Btw, it's sunny and 60 something in Redondo Beach today.
Posted by: Lorrie | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 07:59 PM
C'est les petites choses!
Posted by: Denise | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 08:18 PM
Les sangliers are very nasty animals and they could have easily done that to Braise. Who was protecting whom? Is she wearing a plastic collar? Hope that she is better soon.
La Crème à la crème. Don't ask, it just slipped into my mind. Bad, I know.
Posted by: Kathleen from Connecticut | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 08:47 PM
Mary, so far no plans for a dog book... will keep it on my wish list!
Kathleen, I do have some of those collars (from Smokeys accident). So far Braise has not needed one. (No scratching)
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 08:55 PM
So sorry to hear about Braise Kristin. Sending thoughts for a speedy recovery.
Posted by: Christine Dashper | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 09:28 PM
Book title: "Butters and cheeses (no, that sounds wrong...)" For me - also an Anglophone living in a Francophone country (Swiss Romand)- that about sums up the language thing, along with the butter and the cheese!
Posted by: maryp | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 09:40 PM
Our dear Kristin,
So glad that your four pawed family members are safe and wrapped in the warmth of your loving home!
We only wish that they could talk and tell us where they've been,what happened and what's wrong!
I think of St Francis,preaching to the birds,and know that God looks out for our animals,too.
Another wonderful post to touch our hearts.
Thank you!!! XO
Posted by: Natalia | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 10:13 PM
Warm thoughts and get well wishes to Braise and Smokey. Wishing you a quiet reative weekend!
Posted by: Pat, Roanoke, VA | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 11:25 PM
French Cooking from the Heart
Posted by: Michelle | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 11:26 PM
Hi Kristin,
I'm sorry about the dogs and hope Braise is better! I love the cute song. The baby sure was having fun!
Posted by: Eileen deCamp | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 11:46 PM
Titre du livre: "On doit cadenasser les beurres et les fromages après vous partagez votre repas avec les chiens!"
Posted by: Cheveuxgris | Friday, March 09, 2012 at 11:46 PM
A title for a book about the frustrated health conscious:
"Oh, What the Hell".
Posted by: Joanne Silverman | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 12:06 AM
Un avant-goût pour meurtre.
That should mean "A Taste for Murder." Guess my taste in Ruth Rendell and P.D. James murder mysteries is showing.
Posted by: Julie Dufaj | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 12:28 AM
P.S. The mystery would be set in Provence, of course.
Posted by: Julie Dufaj | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 12:30 AM
Merci pour l'histoire et video! Je suis très heureuse que les chiens vont bien. J'ai une chienne qui était presque tué par un autre chien. Mais maintenant, c'est moi qui est traumatisé!
Posted by: Annie | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 12:30 AM
WHAT FATE AWAITS?
Posted by: GUS ELISON | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 01:05 AM
Soft sweet kisses - butter and cheese, mais oui!
Baisers doucement doux de beurre et de fromage
Posted by: Lisa Fleur di Lis | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 01:26 AM
Book title:
Decadent Eats from the French Countryside
Posted by: trish | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 01:38 AM
The forgetten Life
Posted by: Madelynne Andrews | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 03:31 AM
"Melting Moments"
Posted by: Jan | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 04:18 AM
"La Vie en Beurre."
Posted by: Martine NYC | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 04:49 AM
Pauvre Braise! Quel soulagement qu'elle n'était pas mordue au cou! I hope she's now doing well. Kristin, I love your writing style. You describe any situation well. Here, you kept me in suspense until the last line.
La vidéo "Tape, tape, petites mains" ne marche plus?
Posted by: Millie | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 06:28 AM
The Hidden Treasures of Provence
Posted by: Mitzy | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 06:43 AM
Oh Kristin--
(My daughter's name too...)
Relieved to hear that the pup is on the mend and surely defended by Mom. I agree with possible wild boars in the countryside could have encountered the dogs. Think more
about bringing those dogs into print. We would love to hear more about your life and theirs too! Cheers!
Posted by: Paulette | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 06:53 AM
OMG--such excitement with Braise--forget a cat having 9 lives, Braise seems to be on the protected path too. So glad all turned out ok.
Kristin, I have a book called Entrez--Signs of France which features many old doors with signs (photos by Steven Rothfeld)--yours would have been a perfect cover (it opens in the middle as if opening double doors. I do think your photo would be a great cover for your book. Wonderful combination of frilled letters with worn wood and paint. Which village is it in?
Posted by: Robyn France | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 01:18 PM
Kristin, so glad your pooches made it home. I have 2 myself. I would venture to say Momma was protecting her young. Beautiful dogs.
Once again I came to your blog and was held in suspense til your words were complete. Thanks for sharing the best, the sad and reality of life.You write it so well Kristin.
Posted by: mary paulson | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 02:33 PM
Why do these things always happen when our husbands are away????
Sooo relieved they came back, can't imagine how worried you must have been! Wonder what bit poor Braise, the good mama?
Glad it wasn't a snake or worse...Ever consider getting one of those invisible fences? You don't have to have them on all the time, and the dogs could run around free, but with limits, like within earshot of your voice calling them. Sounds crazy in a wonderful setting such as yours, but it might relieve some of your anxiety and they would be safer from predators...just an idea.
My book title is : Traditional French Cheese Recipes
Posted by: Suzanne Codi, Washington, DC | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 08:28 PM
How frightening for the pups and you, too. Tears here from this animal lover.
Posted by: Shirley | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 11:45 PM
The Mysterious Kase of Arterial Occlusion Collusion
Posted by: Eleonore Miller | Sunday, March 11, 2012 at 04:17 AM
I have to agree with Jules also. You said before that you have had trouble with them in the vineyard. Can you think of any other "wild animal" in your area that would do that.
I like the photo, but for a book cover it needs a spot of color.....like a box of flowers somewhere....just my thought.
Posted by: joie/carmel-by-the-sea, ca. | Sunday, March 11, 2012 at 08:57 PM
When I began to read your account, I thought this was an old story--the one when Smokey first was injured. But then I realized that this was a new/horrible/scary adventure for Braise and Smokey-Dokey. Pauvres chiens!!!
My heart is breaking for both of your puppies. Give them lots of loving and attention, and please give them belly rubs and nose kisses from their biggest friend in Virginia.
xo, Catherine Burnett
Posted by: Catherine Burnett | Monday, March 12, 2012 at 12:36 AM
Oh, poor babies! I sure hope Braise makes a speedy and full recovery! That photo of the two of them is so sweet. I can tell it was after Smokey's accident, as his cute little tongue is hanging out. He looks so content lying next to his mom.
Kristin....I've been away from the website for a while...BIG change in my life that has been keeping me very busy, but I wanted to say that I have peeked in from time to time and I saw the medical issue you have been dealing with. You are in my thoughts and prayers, as are the two furry babies. I just want to give you all a big squeeze!
All the best,
Erin (formerly in Atlanta) now in The Bahamas
Posted by: Erin Thruston | Monday, March 12, 2012 at 04:32 AM
Kristin, re the audio file, I think you meant to write "francophones" and not "francophiles" - we are all Francophiles, whether we are native speakers or not.
I agree with a couple of people who believe a more colorful cover is appropriate. I personally gravitate to attractive covers on books. The photo on today's post could maybe be on the back of the book. Alternatively, if you have a section in the book about food, including one or more stories about butter or cheese, the photo would be an appropriate one to "open" it - via the doors.
As for the title, I think it's better selected after one determines what the content will be. And I'd love to see French-Word-A Day 2, 3, etc.
I wish Braise and Smokey a speedy, complete recovery. Maybe they can be allowed to roam more when someone can go with them?
Posted by: Marianne Rankin | Monday, March 12, 2012 at 04:41 AM
"C'est Yum" ! From another land of cheese and butter.....New Zealand
Posted by: Anne | Monday, March 12, 2012 at 12:00 PM
It was a pleasure meeting Jean-Marc at his wine-tasting in Washington, DC after reading about him for so long. Sampling his rosé transported me back to Provence.
I hope your brave Braise is recovering well. A mother's love and protection remain strong no matter how old the child has become.
Posted by: Elizabeth | Monday, March 12, 2012 at 04:11 PM
I was so upset to hear about Braise and Smokey. Thank God they are okay. I hope you figure out what was responsible so you can put to rest the notion that some terrible human could have done it. The tusk ideas sounds like a possibility. You should mention it to a wildlife expert and maybe they would know if the vet doesn't. I pray they don't wander off again anytime soon. Please tell them we love them and we worry. I'm sure they'll listen with an open heart and mind :)
Paul and I were unable to make it to Jean Marc's tasting in Boston. I hope it went well and that other readers enjoyed themselves for us.
I hope his visits are a huge success!
Posted by: Carolyn Dahm, Sharon, MA | Tuesday, March 13, 2012 at 03:16 PM
How about "Portes of Call"? You have an uncanny ability to find interesting doors and windows that call out to you and inspire musings, as well as your muses. Bonne chance!
Posted by: Diane | Tuesday, March 13, 2012 at 04:10 PM
Title: Le passé au présent
Posted by: Nancy in Indiana, USA | Wednesday, March 14, 2012 at 07:09 PM
Title for the book...Non Pasteurisé
Posted by: Deborah Auclair | Monday, March 26, 2012 at 03:13 PM
I do hope that Braise is doing well! I can attest to the fact that keeping a dog occupied in the vet waiting room is so difficult. That picture of Braise and Smokey is precious!
Posted by: Lara | Tuesday, July 17, 2012 at 04:36 AM