Jacques Report


Money player. So true. I’ll never get it out of my head now. Jacques is bored, doubtless wishing he were back spreading Christmas cheer. Or something. Today we went to a bookstore, where he chatted up a very nice young woman — licked her face, even, a total PDA. These French guys don’t waste time. Now, what, I don’t know. Waiting for Santa? The grandkids? More treats? Definitely more treats.
Fortunately my little treat hound can now delegate the thankless tasks. Meet Stan the stand-in. Does Stan mind silly costumes, funny hats, goofy props? No, not in the slightest, and he has no interest in treats. He may be a bit lacking in personality. However at holidays he will be indispensable.



Oh, wait, this is a holiday, or nearly so. Whichever one or ones work for you, go for it. Or them. Celebrate. See you next year.

Jacques Report

I was going to make this more of a Christmas post, but the weather is horrible and Jacques and I are bored.

My little Jacques Frost was going to play Jacques Brel this year. Santa suit? No effing way. Well, unless it’s really nice. He will be six on the 23rd, a well and truly grown dog, after all. Aye Marieke, he’s getting up there. So we put on his black turtleneck. I tried to get him all brushed and tidy. You can see how that went. Plus, really, another photo? He’ll do a lot of things for a treat, but he won’t do more than he has to; you’ll have to take my word for it that he’s looking very cool in his sweater, very scruffy wannabe bad boy. No interest in the gnomes: they don’t squeak and they are not edible.

He knew there would be treats in the end. Even better, he got a walk. Jacques actually knows the way to Pets Sweet Home, the local doggie candy store. He amazes me sometimes. We loaded up on future bribes. Jacques got in a little socializing. And that was the best part of our day.

If I don’t post again this year, merry whatever you celebrate. The best to you all.