The English share our love of animals. They had a menagerie when they lived here in the country: dogs, cats, chickens, turkeys, goats… When I think about my friends, so many of them are animal people. One used to joke that she was St. Francis in a former life. Our best friends here have all had dogs; the lady next door, three. Of course, Berlino loves these sorts of folk, he being allowed to come to the restaurant, cadge food, run amok, howl. They left at 2:30 AM on Friday – driving all the way home, via chunnel, in one swoop – Blair and I could never do that. |
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