To acquaint you further with life here in France, let me just begin by saying that owning a dog is a very 'social' pasttime. We go everywhere with our masters! A few years back, John and Robyn took me to an enclosed café while they waited for Ariana to complete her SAT's in a neighboring town. While they sipped on their coffees and ate their warm croissants, the waiter brought me my own bowl of water to help me pass the time. (I gratefully thanked him, but unfortunately his pant leg got a little wet in the process... sorry, Bud.)
Multiple walks are definitely a daily ritual for each dog owner and on these walks ... we socialize. While I am enjoying all the smells that the world has to offer, John will be talking with his "guy gang" of other dog owners about everything from the weather to gardening. But for me, the best part of this promenade is the moment in which John or Robyn will release me from my lead and allow me to run free down the dirt path and retrieve any stones that they throw my way. To be honest ... this is the greatest thrill of my day!
But the other week John and I were startled by an unexpected animal out for a walk as well! As we were playing "retrieve the large flying rock," John spotted a black pig come out of the adjacent field and begin to follow us. As the pig got closer, John began to realize that this was not the local farm animal that had just escaped, but instead a wild boar that in fact can be quite dangerous, even to humans. He quickly leashed me back up and we started to walk faster not knowing what this fellow would do. The funny part was that for some reason this young wild boar really wanted to socialize that day and quickly picked up speed to catch up with us. It must have been a funny sight to watch as we too picked up speed trying to advert any possible danger. We came home that day winded from the unexpected jog, but filled with excitement to retell our walking tale!
My many tales begin when some soon-to-be empty-nesters purchased me from an English woman living in France and brought me into their home. You see, we live in France, but my owners are not French … so begins my international lifestyle. Instead, they live and work here in southern France serving in a church filled with people from all over the world. I have a feeling that I will soon fit right in with these other internationals, whether they be human or not!
I thought that I would begin to record some of our daily happenings, because frankly … things keep happening! I also thought that these little nuggets of adventures and tidbits of life would bring a smile to your face as you hear what life can be like living in another country & culture.
Our first trip down memory lane occurred when it came time to name me. No big deal, right? Well, actually there was more stress than normal in choosing the name that I would be called for a lifetime. You see, in France names for dogs need to correlate with the year in which they were born (“like hurricanes,” Robyn said. I wonder why she used that analogy?).
In 2012 - the year of my birth, the letter to be used was the letter “h”. My masters struggled for days with coming up with a really cool “h” name since the "h" sound is often silent when spoken in French. Being the non-conformists that they are, I was registered as “Happy” (don’t go there …), but they chose to call me Tzatziki (which is that really delicious Greek cucumber sauce that all good Greeks enjoy!) But you can call me Zeke for short, since we are soon to be close friends enjoying our many exploits together.
I look forward to sharing with you some of my daily adventures as I, being an English dog with a Greek name, live life here in France with American masters. Don’t ask … it gets complicated!
Wife, mother, teacher & friend who loves to "do life" alongside others as we journey together in seeking to know God more fully and deeply. Feel free to join with us as walk through a few "French fields" ...
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