Cheezit

Monday July 28, 2008
We're in Granby, Quebec, in a campground with three million children, most of them cavorting right under my bedroom window. No one here speaks English, at least not the kind that I understand, anyway. It's so cute to hear their allezes and bonjours. Next door to us, there's a dog, a Pug, that wheezes instead of barks. Sounds like he's saying "Cheezit" all the time. Our dog met him yesterday, and they had a good time sniffing each other's nether regions. Then Zeus, who is, after all, 11 and very mature, got bored and walked away. Which is when the Pug said, "Cheezit." You can't make this stuff up.