Milou is our white Spitz. He is now 10 month old. Funny, clever, at times naughty, happy dog. Having a dog requires energy, I must admit, but it also gives energy.
Imagine coming home after a long day spent in traffic, working, getting groceries, quarreling with stupid drivers, and then opening the door to your home to find the most loving, happy, jumping and funny dog greeting you with joy, jumps and spins. Imagine a dog that starts dancing when it hears the word “marcher”, which means walking in french, or that runs and hides under the dinning room table when he knows that he had done yet another stupidity!
Milou is taking a special place in our home and our life. I know that it will be living with us for many and many years. I know that taking Milou on vacation is not always an option. I know that we need to take care of him, feed him properly, wash him, walk with him (oh and we are walking!!)….I also know how my kids are around him! they laugh more, giggle, run around the house, although sometimes in their mind playing means making him go crazy and barking.
I learned a weird thing by owning a dog in Beirut; many people are afraid of dogs. Some cross over the street when they see me walking with Milou. Others jump aside at his bark. Some children run away with screams. I have never imagined that a dog like Milou could provoke such fear. Which led me to think that Lebanese people didn’t not grow up with the culture of dogs at home. “Dogs can bite. Dogs are dirty. Dogs should be outdoor”. and so on…
Last night at the request of my husband, my kids made a poem in french about Milou (this is part of the goodnight ritual, making them work on a little project together! It creates a lot of fun and interesting moments!).
so here is the poem:
“Milou est blanc comme un oeuf
Il mange comme un boeuf
Milou est blanc comme neige
Quand il est sale il devient beige
Milou ressemble a un loup
puisqu’il est un Spitz Loulou
Milou, je l’adore
il est comme de l’or”
And this is the translation (which unfortunately doesn’t rime like in french):
Milou is white like an egg
he eats like an ox
Milou is white like snow
when dirty becomes beige
Milou, I adore him
he is like gold
Milou is like a fox
as he is a spitz loulou”
Do you have a dog? How is it living with it? would love to know…