I am a dog, less this the
author to decided. And it some does me to see of all the colors, it is necessary to say that my
physics is little flateur, I a pug dog and one calls me Gilda. Before I lived under the roofs with a certain Cathy that gave me a tablet and confined me in the placard when she received young men. Now I live in a house, with the Breton. Breton
mister drinks pastis, Breton madam trunk his husbands this is for that that I am perturbed, this this that said the psychologist for the dogs that she consults more and more often besides. It would have a matter that that would not astonish me. Breton mister would seem some to me almost likable. I have trouble to be done me to the changes, the
author retrieves without stop again personages as Sonia the small girlfriend of the son of the house Nicolas, the one that is Pizza delivery-man and that hides suitcases in the room of the top. Besides this small one would be the author that that would not astonish me. She obsesses me literally. Again more since are departure. The house empties, since Nicolas in prison, Breton M put Sonia to the door, when Breton mister to discover that it was deceived it left also. With Breton Madam this is the horror, I don't bear it more! I run away, I leave for the research of Sonia. And I meet Simon, the photographer. A day Simon will meet Sonia and me I will rediscover with happiness the house... a true dog life! But attention the risk to see my life and her surprises , a torrid scene in a cellar, its penalties: my nervous pregnancy and its consequences, my dog life roaming and my view point on the world, at last on the people that I meet. Then sharpen your olfactory direction and come you dive in the skin of a small black blood sausage to the foul breath but very sensitive and certainly not so stupid. ..