When you get off at the bus stop for my village, you walk a huge crescent to get to the Chatette. It is the first house that is actually on the road after the bus stop. If you're lucky, two of my favorite neighbors will be out having a little fun. They have a lot more "fun" than I do, and it's not just the "hee-hawing" I'm talking about. The first time I laid eyes on my friend to the left, she had an incredible Joan of Arc hairdo. Madame Pages must have spent a lot of time cutting her bangs because they were a perfect straight line across the tips of her eye brows. I fell in love with her and would walk up to see her whenever I could. She'd come to the fence and let me pet her and talk to her. Even she could understand my pitiful French. She looked so royal with her bangs and her prance that I expected her to be named Guenevere, Queen Margo, or something with a hugely royal or classy flair. The following summer I met her other half and of course-King Arthur, Lancelot, Chopin, my list of names went on and on. They have been very well photographed-so last year I put together a calendar for Madame and Monsieur Pages with the photos of my friends who had become "Joan" and "Chopin" in my mind. If they're out when I pass (and not otherwise occupied) they both come to the fence and visit. I wrote about them in one of my dixmots stories for my language class. I attached some photos and one of my classmates said: "Oh, Pom-Pom and Pom-Pommette!" I was horrified! How could my classy, royal friends ever be called Pom-Pom and Pom-Pommette? It's taken me a while to get used to the names that are new for me. They're still just as happy to see me and just as special as they've always been. But then it dawned on me...what could be better than Pom-Pom and Pom-Pommette Pages?
I haven't tried apple cores with them yet, but you're right about the between the ears. I pretend they're mine!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | March 11, 2009 at 04:29 AM
They are beautiful! I'd just love to rub their lovely soft noses.I'll bet they love to be scratched between their ears, huh? I don't know much about donkeys, but have always had a soft spot in my heart for mules. Do they love apple cores?
Posted by: Evelyn | March 10, 2009 at 08:56 PM