We have a resident nobleman. He is blind in one eye. Possibly losing his hearing. He has nine lives - cause he's been hit by a car (although the cars around here are wind up toys) and survived it. They think he is about 13 years old.
He is Tchi Tchi. I don't now how to spell his name, but I call him Cheech. You know why. I think it may be short for "chien." In any event, we take a ton of photos of a dog that doesn't belong to us.
Chi Chi belongs to the neighbor, or we all belong to him. When we first met him, I had the kids give him some jambon de Bayonne. Nothing but the best for our nobleman. Now, he shows up all the time for belly rubs and hand outs. He will escort us on our walk to protect us from the other... uh, I'm not sure. He is our tour guide, so to speak. I just know he stays with us while we walk. He hangs with us all day, and slept on the couch one night while his owner was out of town. I find him at the door every morning, waiting patiently for me to get up and let him in.
Oh c'mon - this is so freakin' cute!!!
All I can say is, based on the amount of sausage or chicken grease, bits and pieces of ham we feed him, I am glad he doesn't sleep here every night. Cheech must fart some stinky cheese. We got busted for spoiling him and giving him treats when he doesn't "sit." The kids keep yelling "Asseyez-vous!" at him and we were told it is "too polite." And we need to make him "sit" for his treat. Yeaaah, not gonna happen. We just give him whatever he wants cause we are... here to serve. HA!
He is our guest chien, or rather we are his guests. Cheech definitely completes our life here in France.
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