The Miracles of Lowered Expectations

From the China Daily online: http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2009-03/28/content_7626532.htm

The 11th Panchen Lama, Bainqen Erdini Qoigyijabu, won applauses and appreciation for his English speech delivered at the opening ceremony of the Second World Buddhist Forum Saturday in Wuxi City of east China's Jiangsu Province.

"The 11th Panchen Lama's wonderful English speech has joyfully shocked the Buddhist masters and cultural elites present at the forum," said Master Xue Cheng, vice president and secretary general of the Buddhist Association of China (BAC). "He has a good command of the Chinese, English and Tibetan languages."

"His English speech is very commendable," said Professor H. Abeygunawardena, Vice Chancellor of University of Peradeniya in Sri Lanka. "His learning English embodies China's policy of religious freedom."

You all know of course that this is not the real 11th Panchen Lama. The real one, who was endorsed by the 14th Dalai Lama, was "disappeared" by the Chinese, together with his whole family. This new one was chosen by the Chinese to replace him.

I left this comment on their site, but I don't know if they will publish it:

"So the guy is to be congratulated, or even applauded, for not being a complete moron. He does not have to work at a job all day or take care of a home and children, so learning a foreign language in these conditions is not exactly brain surgery in my opinion. It's a bit like the pope who once a year reads a few phrases in various languages and is hailed as a wonderful multilinguist."

I once read an admiring article about how Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, knows how to pilot a helicopter. I thought then: Big frigging deal! What else can she do all day, after all the shoe shopping, tea drinking and ribbon cutting chores are done, but to be tutored in helicopter piloting by the best trainers the British army can provide free of charge?

Better Late Than Never, Part II

I will fix your computer with my hammer

This morning, someone from IT came to my office:

- Good news, he said. You've been complaining about your computer being slow. Well, I'm here to fix it. Right now, you have 512 Mg of memory, I'm gonna add another 2 Gg.

- I've been complaining for more than a year now. And I'm retiring in 2 days.

- Well, for two days, you'll have lightning speed.

Let me guess. On the 3oth of March, they will come to replace my squeeking chair with a new massage chair and on the 31st, they will announce that from now on, the cafetaria menu will always feature Pho and Pad Thai.

Better Late Than Never

I'll get a medal, but probably not this one

Did I tell you that I will retire at the end of the month, more specifically on March 31st 2009 at 5PM? I did? How many times?

Anyhoo. The Administrative Director's secretary called me this morning:

- Ms Buddhist? The director would like to meet you to give you a medal (or a gold pin, or something, I didn't hear properly).

- To me? Why? What did I do?

- Well, to reward you for 25 years of good services.

- Oh, phew! All right, sure, thank you.

- What are your availabilities next week, on the 31st of March?

- Uh, how about 4:55?

- Well, um.. the ceremony will last about 15 minutes.

- Oh, ok. How about 4:45 then?

- How about 3 pm?

- Sure, 3 pm's good.

- Thank you, Ms Buddhist, I will send you an email with all the details, for your confirmation.

En route vers de nouvelles aventures

Update (8 April 2009):

I forgot to tell you, the ceremony took less than 5 minutes. I arrived on time at the director's office, and she just looked up at me from her desk with a blank expression, so after a while, I said: I have an appointment for a pin ceremony. She started moving some papers around on her desk until she found the one with my name. She then took out a little box from her drawers* and practically tossed it to me. I'm exagerating, but barely. I stood there kinda stunned, so when I didn't leave right away, she came out from behind her desk to shake my hand and say: "Thank you for your long services and congratulations. Good bye, good bye."

I thanked her and left. I never went further than the threshhold of her office. She never invited me in, it was Wham Bam Thank You M'am. So now I'm the proud owner of a minuscule gold pin.

*I mean from the drawers of her desk. Can you get your mind off the gutters for a minute? Sheesh!

The First IT Consultant

Sent in by Ana (Moustaches gracieuses, Ana!)




Dedicated to Asparagus

I'm A Liberal Elitist

My Liberal Identity:

You are a Reality-Based Intellectualist, also known as the liberal elite. You are a proud member of what’s known as the reality-based community, where science, reason, and non-Jesus-based thought reign supreme.

Take the quiz at www.FightConservatives.com

Teleprompt This!

By now, most people have heard of Obama's dependency problem on his teleprompter. No Quarters (http://tiny.cc/buX27) has a summary of all the links to jokes and pictures about it. There is of course the teleprompter's blog itself: http://baracksteleprompter.blogspot.com/

And finally, this photo, from Ace of Spade, called Cyrano de Teleprompter: http://minx.cc/?post=284665

"Now whisper 'I love you' with quiet, reassuring strength, and pinch
her bottom halfway between 'playful teasing' and 'urgent desire'...
Leave it up to her how to take it. It's all in the nuance of
letting people take it any of a dozen different ways."

Je risque ma vie pour vous distraire

Chers lecteurs, ceci est le plus dangereux billet que j'ai jamais écrit. Jusqu'ici, j'ai osé critiquer Bush, Obama, les moines bouddhistes, le Pape, etc.. et je m'en suis tirée. Je vais aujourd'hui franchir un pas fatidique et mettre ma tête sur le billot. Mes seules protections: mon anonymat et l'indifférence totale que mon blogue suscite chez le public internaute.

Alors voilà, ma déclaration coup-de-tonnerre: je trouve que le sirop d'érable est fade, banal et absolument overrated.



Avec l'arrivée du printemps, on trouve de plus en plus d'annonces pour les cabanes à sucre. Pour les non initiés, la cabane à sucre est une institution québécoise fétiche au Québec: les gens viennent en autocars bondés dans une cabane (qui est en fait un énorme hangar déguisé en "maison d'antan") pour s'attabler avec des centaines d'inconnus et manger des horreurs telles que: des morceaux de lard frits (les oreilles de crisse), une omelette au bacon, des tranches de pain blanc caoutchouteux et des cornichons chimiques. Le tout arrosé de Coca cola et de café fade et tiède. À la fin du "repas", les gens se lèvent, vont dans une salle identique à la première mais sans les tables, et se trémoussent dans une chorégraphie dite de la danse des canards. Ensuite, l'apothéose de l'expédition, le clou de la journée: tout le monde sort du hangar et fait la queue devant un stand pour recevoir un bâtonnet de "tire", c'est-à-dire du sirop d'érable versé sur de la neige et plus ou moins coagulé autour du bâtonnet. Et après ça, on remonte dans l'autocar avec les 60 autres pigeons, en se jurant: plus jamais!



J'ai des amis qui chaque année me donnent religieusement des bouteilles de sirop d'érable que je refile immédiatement à d'autres victimes. Pour être juste et équitable, je ne les donne pas aux mêmes personnes que celles à qui je refile les gâteaux aux fruits de Noël.

Voilà, je l'ai dit: le sirop d'érable est comme de l'eau dans laquelle on aurait dilué du sucre en proportions homéopathiques. La tire est de la mélasse inodore.

En attendant les réponses courroucées de mes lecteurs québécois (??!!?), je vous livre en consolation une recette de vinaigrette au sirop d'érable de M. Philippe Mollé, publiée dans Le Devoir de ce matin:

Salade d'avocat à l'érable

- 2 avocats mûrs

- 1 citron

- 50 g de fromage bleu Ciel de Charlevoix

- 1 échalote hachée

- 15 ml de vinaigre d'érable

- 30 ml de sirop d'érable clair

- 30 ml de fumet de légumes (bouillon)

- Fleur de sel

- Poivre du moulin

Éplucher les avocats et retirer les noyaux. Découper les avocats en tranches et arroser de jus de citron. Mélanger le fumet de légumes, le sirop d'érable, le vinaigre et le fromage bleu. Assaisonner et ajouter l'échalote. Napper ensuite les avocats de la sauce et disposer sur des feuilles de roquette.

Friday Videos

Anonymous Anonymous

Hello, Buddhist? Guess who's calling?

When my mother was staying at her old age residence, I would sometimes get anonymous calls, i.e. my cellphone i.d. check would display: "Withheld". Turned out it was a nurse or a social worker who was trying to reach me and who would get upset that I don't take their calls. "Are you aware that it could be an urgent or important call about your mother?" they would scold. "Sure", I would reply, "but then why would you shield your identity when you make such urgent important calls?". Eventually, I gave up and started taking all anonymous calls, enduring contacts with people I didn't really care to talk to, for the sake of my mother. But still, I would fume at the gall of all those anonymous callers who would call me, therefore obviously knowing who I am, while preventing me from knowing who they were. Now that my mother is not around, I went back to my regular "fuck you" policy with all unnamed callers. It's not a perfect solution, but what to do?

Enter Trapcall, a new service offered by New Jersey's TelTech systems, that allows cellphone users to unmask the Caller ID on blocked incoming calls, obtaining the phone number, and in some cases the name and address, of the no-longer-anonymous caller.

See: http://blog.wired.com/27bstroke6/2009/02/trapcall.html and http://www.makeuseof.com/dir/trapcall-view-blocked-caller-id/

Oh, is that you, asshole?

The service is only available in the US for the time being, but as soon as it's offered in Canada, I'll be among the first to enroll.

P.S. I'm fully aware of the protection offered by blocked id to victims of domestic violence, for example, who might have to keep in touch with their batterers for children custody purposes. My answer is: Two words - Public Phones.

Fashion Eyewear for Gooks or Gook Wannabes

Via: http://www.racialicious.com/2009/03/18/slanties-eyewear/

Slanties are based on ancient Inuit eyewear. Each pair of slanties is handcrafted. Our light, durable finish shows off the natural wood grain. slanties are engineered to be sturdy and reliable, and each pair is reinforced with a layer of fiberglass. If cared for correctly, your slanties will last for 800 years. Wear slanties on the beach as functional sunglasses. Wear Slanties to the club. Wear slanties to visit your grandparents, they’ll love them too. We hope that each pair will bring you great happiness.

In addition to the stunningly racist name, those fuckers will set you back $75.
(Click on the link and read the rest.)

Of course, the real Inuit sunglasses are way cooler (see picture below). By the way, a few years ago, I was at the Inuit Art Museum/Gallery in Quebec City, and I almost bought a pair. Luckily, friends and colleagues who were with me managed to talk me out of it. I still regret not having bought them that day.

Faut-il rire ou pleurer?

Nous, on vote pour en rire!

Extrait du Devoir d'aujours'hui:

Dans une missive qu'il a rendue publique hier, le cardinal Marc Ouellet a fait savoir qu'il joignait sa voix à celle de Mgr Rino Fisichella, un proche du pape Benoît XVI, qui s'est porté à la défense de la petite Brésilienne de neuf ans dans un texte paru dimanche dans L'Osservatore romano.

Dans sa tribune publiée dimanche, cet archevêque et président de l'Académie pontificale pour la vie écrivait que «Carmen [nom fictif] devait être d'abord défendue, embrassée et caressée avec douceur pour lui faire sentir que nous étions tous avec elle. [...]

Vous ne trouvez pas que la petite a assez souffert de ça, depuis l'âge de 6 ans ?



Extract from today's edition of the Globe and Mail :

ABOARD THE PAPAL PLANE — Pope Benedict XVI said on his way to Africa today that condoms were not the answer in the continent's fight against HIV, his first explicit statement on an issue that has divided even clergy working with AIDS patients.

He had never directly addressed condom use. He has said the Roman Catholic Church is in the forefront of the battle against AIDS. The Vatican encourages sexual abstinence to fight the spread of the disease.

“You can't resolve it with the distribution of condoms,” the pope told reporters aboard the Alitalia plane headed to Yaounde, Cameroon, where he will begin a seven-day pilgrimage on the continent. “On the contrary, it increases the problem.”

Some priests and nuns working with those living with HIV/AIDS question the church's opposition to condoms amid the pandemic ravaging Africa.

Of course, the Vatican is known for its teams of advisors on sexual practices and medical standards. Sorry, did I say "medical", I meant "ethical standards".

L'apprentissage de la vieillesse

L'année 2009, année du rat, a été le déclenchement d'une série d'événements parfaitement prévisibles, mais qui m'a frappée de plein fouet par leur énormité et leur succession rapprochée: janvier - décès de ma mère, février - diagnostic de diabète et mars - départ à la retraite. Trois événements qui sont les premiers par ordre d'importance sur la liste des sources de stress des psychologues: mort d'un proche, maladie chronique et retraite/perte d'emploi. Heureusement que je suis déjà divorcée, sinon je sais ce qui me pend au nez en avril!! Mais en y réfléchissant bien, je réalise que je n'ai pas été épargnée sur ce plan non plus, taberhouète! Je me suis querellée avec mon fils cadet, B-Boy, qui depuis un mois ne me parle plus. J'ai donc bien le syndrome des divorcés à endurer, en plus de toutes les autres adversités.

Tout ceci bien sûr laisse des séquelles sur le corps, où se manifestent le plus ouvertement les outrages du temps. Je me colore les cheveux depuis la quarantaine et le pélerinage mensuel chez le coiffeur fait donc partie de ma routine. Mais je commence à remarquer les premiers rides aux yeux, la fragilité de la peau du cou, l'apparition de veines aux mains, les douleurs aux genoux, la sensibilité accrue au froid, etc. Sans parler des défaillances mentales et intellectuelles: oublis, lenteur, impatience.

Pour ne pas être prise au dépourvu, moi dont la hantise est de perdre le contrôle de ma vie, j'avais prévu de finir mes jours au VietNam où les températures clémentes et la facilité de trouver de l'aide ménagère sont particulièrement propices aux "aînés". (En fait, la Thaïlande était mon premier choix, mais avec la mort prochaine du roi et la montée des mouvements islamistes, je prédis une longue période d'instabilité). Mon plan A était d'acheter une maison à Nha Trang et de faire la navette entre Montréal et Nha Trang jusqu'à ce que je ne puisse plus voyager. Mais je réalise maintenant que je suis déjà à la merci de l'humeur de mes enfants, qui ne voudront peut-être même pas me voir rester à Montréal, ne serait-ce que pour les quelques mois d'été. Il va falloir repenser le Plan A, et peut être même l'abandonner pour un Plan B moins rigolo.

Pour la première fois de ma vie, je commence à appréhender la solitude. Alors qu'elle était mon refuge depuis ma plus tendre enfance et que je ne me sentais jamais aussi bien qu'avec moi-même, je déprime à l'idée de devoir me retrouver complètement seule dans une ville étrange et devoir me monter un réseau de contacts professionnels et personnels from scratch. Trente ans plus tôt, que dis-je, quinze ans plus tôt, j'envisagerais ce défi avec plaisir et anticipation, mais dans la soixantaine, c'est une corvée dont je me passerai bien. Recommencer à zéro va être super-ardu. Est-ce vraiment une voie que je recherche, serai-je obligée de la prendre?

Fuck la vieillesse, comme disait Don Diègue (je paraphrase un peu).

From: http://www.cityoflakestaichi.org/_root/index.php?content_id=5157

HAPPINESS IN OLD AGE (translated from the Chinese writings in the photo above)

Happiness in old age, happiness in old age. When a person is getting older, the body becomes weaker, it is more prone to disease, backaches, hearing loss, the eyes lose their clarity, the memory is not as good. Many problems occur, hands are not as well coordinated. At that time the happiest moments are when you do not have an illness. Personal search for happiness: do not smoke cigarettes, do not drink alcohol and you will not have problems with asthma and cough. Eat 3 meals a day regularly. No craving for fish or meat but get very diluted rich porridge (congee) weekly. Vegetables are the best nourishment. Eat more vegetables and fruits. Chew slowly and swallow what you chew slowly. Overindulgence can cause more harm. Eat less sweets, salty, and spicy hot food. Take a walk after you eat to get your 'fire chi' down. When getting older it's most important to have insight. You need to open your heart and mind. With a clear conscience, clear sight you will be happy. As you get older try to communicate with others, to understand, discuss issues, refresh your mind, think and use your wisdom to analyze more, slowly ponder - Never worry or get yourself angry. Do not grasp the tiger by its tail (don't jump into things). Be centered, don't control people. To improve your body and your mind stay even tempered. Keep to your beliefs. Exercise more, more movement prevents illness. T'ai Chi Chuan, Pa Kua Chang, Chi Kung whatever you like, you practice for the good of your body. Go to bed early with regularity. Dress appropriately. Don't be cold or hot. Take many walks. Less lazy lounging. Work makes you stronger, you nurture your good chi, then you'll find happiness. When winter comes prevent the cold from coming in, dress warmly. When summer comes, prevent heat strokes. In spring and fall go traveling to different places to enjoy the scenery, enjoy the pleasure of seeing the rivers, the mountains and the changing form of things. Make your mind more relaxed, your eyes more open. This will increase longevity. Take frequent showers, change your clothes often. When the weather is nice do not forget to open the windows. Do not forget to aerate your bedding. Whenever you get sick get the cure immediately, follow the doctor's instructions, take your medicine and avoid charlatans. Don't spread yourself too thin, don't be scattered. Study painting, admire famous musicians and engage in singing. Give more of yourself. This way you teach the younger generations to be responsible. Promote economy, this way you will reach your goal. A rich county with the people healthy, everybody is happy. Happy family, be cordial with each other, you will be happy with everybody. You cannot be without sons and grandsons for happiness. A beautiful future is in front of you. What everybody is reaching for.

Le cancer de la religion

Je n'ai rien dit sur l'histoire de l'évêque brésilien qui a excommunié la mère de la petite fille de 9 ans enceinte à la suite d'un viol, ainsi que les médecins qui ont procédé à son avortement. Je me suis retenue de tout commentaire, parce que je connais ma nature soupe au lait et mes propos pas toujours très judicieux.

Mais ce matin, en lisant une lettre publiée sur ce sujet dans Le Devoir, je retrouve mes sentiments exprimés de façon si parfaite que j'ai décidé de la reproduire sur mon blogue. Sitôt dit, sitôt fait.


Lettre de M. Gérard Laverdure, Montréal, le 11 mars 2009

J'ai travaillé toute ma vie en pastorale dans l'Église catholique. J'ai côtoyé bien des prêtres et des évêques qui étaient de vrais pasteurs, malgré les contraintes du cadre légaliste entourant leurs fonctions. Mais les déclarations de l'évêque brésilien au sujet du viol et de l'avortement d'une jeune fille de neuf ans et pratiquement tout ce que le Vatican peut dire concernant les femmes et la sexualité battent des records d'insignifiance en plus de contredire et discréditer l'esprit de la bonne nouvelle à l'origine de cette religion. Ces célibataires frustrés, coupés du vrai monde et de la vie, recroquevillés dans leur bulle de pouvoir, ne représentent absolument pas la riche réalité du monde de la foi chrétienne.

Globalement, je considère que le Vatican est un cancer pour l'Église et le monde depuis des siècles. Une institution patriarcale qui a infantilisé, opprimé et violenté (torturé) tant de croyants, en particulier les femmes. Quelle chimiothérapie pourrait-elle bien venir à bout de cette peste? Sûrement l'affirmation de notre autonomie et de notre liberté de conscience. Et s'il y avait des femmes dans ce cercle fermé de mâles misogynes, il y aurait plus de compassion, d'intelligence et de bon sens.

Update:

Toujours dans le domaine de la connerie humaine, y a ça aussi:

Toute nouvelle réincarnation du Dalai Lama devra désormais être approuvée par le gouvernement chinois (http://www.europe-solidaire.org/spip.php?article6995).

Presidential Jeopardy

Sent in by Bernard (Merci Bernard!)

From: http://punditkitchen.com/

The Beat(ing) Goes On

From an affidivit presented to the Superior Court in Los Angeles on March 6th:

In the affidavit attached to a search warrant for phone records, Los Angeles Police Det. De Shon Andrews wrote that the altercation began after Rihanna -- referred to as "Robyn F." -- discovered "a three-page text message" on Brown's phone from a former lover. The couple began arguing, the detective wrote, and Brown shoved Rihanna's head against the window of the car. He then began punching her with his right hand while he steered the car with his left, according to the affidavit."The assault caused Robyn F.'s mouth to fill with blood and blood to splatter all over her clothing and the interior of the vehicle," the detective wrote.

Rihanna then used her cellphone to call an assistant, according to the detective. When the call went to voice mail, she pretended she was speaking to the woman and told her to have police waiting at her home, the warrant states. Brown became further enraged, the detective wrote, and told her, "You just did the stupidest thing ever! Now I'm really going to kill you!"Brown continued pummeling Rihanna on her face, arms and legs, according to the affidavit. When Rihanna attempted to text message another assistant for help, Brown threw her phone out the window, and when she grabbed for his cellphone, he put her in a headlock, pulled her close to him and bit her ear, the detective wrote.

Eventually Brown stopped the vehicle and Rihanna grabbed the car keys and began screaming for help. Brown punched and choked her and she began to lose consciousness."She reached up with her left hand and began attempting to gouge his eyes in an attempt to free herself. Brown bit her left ring and middle fingers and then released her," the detective wrote. A neighbor called the police and Brown walked away, the detective wrote.

A half-hour later, Brown phoned one of Rihanna's assistants "as if nothing has happened," Andrews said. Informed that the police were with Rihanna, Brown asked if she "had provided the police with his name and [the assistant] advised him that she had." Brown hung up, the affidavit states.

From Hollywood Rag, dated March 5th 2009:

Rihanna and Chris Brown have secretly married.Chris - who was arrested after allegedly attacking Rihanna last month - is believed to have proposed to the 'Umbrella' singer during their emotional reunion at P. Diddy's Miami mansion last weekend. A source said: "They had a tearful face-to-face meeting at Diddy's, during which an emotional Chris apologized, begged for forgiveness and proposed to her on the spot." She was totally up front and confessed to him, 'I can't live without you.'"After Rihanna accepted the 19-year-old star's proposal, the couple asked a minister to marry them at Diddy's $14.5 million mansion on the exclusiveStar Island.

Kanye West made a mild criticism of Brown and was promptly rebuked, so he had to apologize. Sadly, but not unexpectedly, other rappers and fans are apparently supporting Brown (I'm thinking Akon), probably because of the Bros Before Hos Law in the hip hop world. If the marriage rumor is true, I fear that sooner or later, Chris Brown will end up "putting Rihanna out of her misery".

Happy Birthday, Mein Führer!

A few days ago, Asparagus and I had a great ripping time watching and laughing at all the Hitler spoofs going viral on YouTube. Somebody started the fad by taking a scene from the film Downfall where Hitler throws a big tantrum in German and adding funny subtitles. There are many variations of course, most of them hilarious, especially if you are young and au courant, otherwise you won't get most of the jokes. * Here are a few Asparagus and I liked.

Hitler learns that the live film Dragon Balls is not like the manga:





Hitler gets banned from XBox Live





Hitler learns about the delay of the Harry Potter film, The Half Blood Prince:





Hitler finds out he's a joke on YouTube




And because it was my birthday recently, Hilter gets a surprise birthday gift:




* I'm not saying that I'm young or au courant. I had Asparagus to explain the jokes.

Journée mondiale de la femme

Un peut tôt, mais voilà ce que dit Le Monde d'aujourd'hui (http://tiny.cc/qutdu):

"Pour son 10e anniversaire, Les Chiennes de garde, qui distinguent chaque année, à l'occasion de la Journée des femmes du 8 mars, les publicités les plus sexistes, ont pour la première fois sélectionné les "machos de l'année". Le "lauréat" est l'archevêque de Paris, Mgr Vingt-Trois, qui a affirmé le 6 novembre 2008 à l'antenne de Radio Notre-Dame : "Le plus difficile est d'avoir des femmes qui soient formées. Le tout n'est pas d'avoir une jupe, c'est d'avoir quelque chose dans la tête."

Voici la réaction d'un lecteur du Monde:

"Sylvain06.03.09 14h53 : Le haut clergé fait fort pour l'année 2008! Après le négationniste, le raciste on a le sexiste! Au fait, a-t-il oublié qu'il portait des robes? à croire qu'il n'a rien dans la tête! "

Voici des photos de femmes ou de jeunes filles de pays islamiques (Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran, etc..) qui ont été aspergées d'acide pour avoir voulu fréquenter l'école ou pour d'autres infractions aux règles religio-culturelles locales imposées aux femmes.

Et voici une photo de Rihanna après son empoignade avec Chris Brown.

Pays islamiques, Pays judéo-chrétiens = Même combat!

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To!

Happy 62nd Birthday to me!

You would cry too if it happened to you!!!

And...last but not least, the Bollywood Version:

Financial Crisis for Dummies

This is the best explanation I've found so far to help me understand the current financial crisis in the US, and soon spreading around the world (via Cannonfire).

Pourquoi je ne peux vivre sans chiens

Mon copain KCA m'envoie ce clip de YouTube:




KCA me demande: "Tes chiens font ça aussi?"

Je réponds: "ROFLMAO!! Oui, mais pas aussi violemment, et comme ils dorment avec moi, j'ai le dos tout griffé. Des fois, en courant dans leur sommeil, ils me poussent presque hors du lit. Ou encore, ils hurlent dans leur sommeil, directement dans mon oreille, parce qu'on partage le même oreiller. C'est comme dormir avec des forcenés, mais sans le rough sexe ;-)"

Voilà pourquoi je ne peux pas vivre sans chiens. Ce serait comme vivre à moitié.