When the people upstairs go out and can’t take their dog with them, he cries and cries and cries.

Since we work at home all day, Vincent gets very annoyed. He needs to be able to concentrate on those heavy-duty translations he does (Microsoft, IBM, Nokia, a bunch of other household names, and the holy of holies, Apple). And then there are the evenings when we’re trying to watch TV. Of course, I say it’s not the dog’s fault, he’s a pack animal and needs to be with his peeps.

About two years ago, when they got him, I volunteered to dog sit if they ever needed it since, as you know, I lost my Virgil in the divorce and am sorely dog deprived. And the other day, I cornered them in the stairs and essentially said it was getting to be a problem.

So they finally took me up on my offer and we got to dog sit last night!

Meet Kleuzo (photo from Vincent’s iPhone). A handsome French poodle with very nice moustache à la gauloise. I thought his name was Clouseau (which is totally something I would name a poodle), but I was mistaken.

A lovely time was had by all. Especially me. I have a poodled past.

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