– “C’est pour moi! C’est pour moi! It says ‘Dear Lizzie’ at the top! It’s for me!”
– “OK, OK! Stop bouncing around like a ball in a pinball machine, you silly.”
– “But, Dad, you don’t understand! I desperately want to know what’s in it…”
– “You don’t say!”
– “It’s from Cousin Islay, who will be moving this summer to Shenandoah National Park. That sounds like a gigantic dogpark to me, tu ne penses pas, Kita?”
– “We have met once, me and Islay, in Cologne (Germany), together with our German friends Ina and Hexe. I did tell you that, remember, petite française?”
– “I know who Cousin Islay is, you smartass Miss Know-It-All! We were plotting to go over there to go play with her in her new dogpark, n’est-ce pas?”
– “Right!” [aire high five] ❤

– “Je suis trop nerveuse! Would you please read it to me, Dad? I’m much too exited!”
– “On the front it says ‘Every day is chewsday’, which is funny, actually, surely if you are a dog, do you get it? Furthermore, there are 10 life lessons Islay says she learnt from Kita.”
– “From Kita? Je ne suis pas surprise! Miss Know-It-All will probably have told young Islay ‘everything’. She bosses me around as well, because ‘she knows’, vous savez…”
– “Well, although I’m not a dog, I must admit these advices are fairly spot-on, Little One. And even more importantly, she states that you ‘landed in the perfect family’! Amen to that!” 🙂
– “Ah, ça! Je ne me plains pas! I do realize I may be une petite emmerdeuse des fois – a bit of a pain in the ass, comme on dit – but we always will be the best of friends, won’t we, Dad?” ❤

– “Mum, Lizzie and Dad are hugging and cuddling once again… Can we…?” 🙂

“Un tout grand merci, Cousin Islay in the States! I sincerely hope we’ll be fooling around together some day. Kita keeps telling me what a lovely Bearded Lady you are. Paws Up!”

Sissie Lizzie,
aka The Frenchie

Last weekend, we were really very busy! We were in our running business! Since I’m the CEO in this business, I make my employees work, of course! 😉

So, sissie Lizzie, known in my company as the française, had a lot of work to do! And because I’m a very good CEO I ordered dubble treats for the new little one! Weekend work, you know, double payed in my company! She got them, of course! Not only from mum but also from dad! ❤

You see, this real business lady has everything under control. That’s in my genes, as it is in the genes of my mum and my human grandmum (mum’s mum, you see!) Proof is in the long video and in the pics, of course! 🙂

Dear grandpa Lennox

Today it is a kind of gotcha day… that’s why I write you! Two-months-gotcha-day of sissie Lizzie, better known all around the world as the française!
As you know we still think off you down here and we talk about you! But these days, mum often says that the française surely is a “rincation” of you, that must be, she says! 🙂 ❤

[Reincarnation, Kita, reincarnation! If you write, do tell him correctly – sigh!]

So as I was saying, sissie seems to be your “rincation”. The most amusing part of this is that I know now a lot of things of you, grandpa, that you never told me! 😉
You must have been quite a character when you arrived and you were three years old! Wow!

It seems that…
❤ You pulled so hard on the leash that you ‘worked’ mum in the hospital for a few days! My dogness! Well Lizzie does too, at least she did but no one in the hospital. She is a quick learner!
❤ You were jumping around and jumping up all the time to get your food! Hahaha, Lizzie does too! But again: she learns quickly. She sits now and only jumps once or twice…
❤ You always ate very, very fast… you still did as a grandpa! Well, Lizzie does too… no quick learning for that matter! 😉
❤ You barked and started acting as a wild one when seeing a bird, rabbit, cat or whatever that moves, outside! Again, so does the française… slow learning for her in this situations… 😉
❤ You were always calm passing another dog but you could be quite angry when outside another dog started to yell and bark at you and then you made noise for ten dogs! 😉 We have such a française at our hands now too! 😉 She learns, but… mmmm.
❤ You were the best friends with every dog, but off leash… even the ones who attacked you before! (You were attacked by two big Turkish sheperds, 2 times your size??????) Great guy you did accept them in the dogpark afterwards!! Anyway, sissie is too.
❤ You were cuddling very much with dad, a real cuddler, dad says… The française is too! Incredible!
❤ You jumped up against people when you liked them very much and you were enthousiastic! Again: Lizzie does too… rather slow learning … 😦
❤ You were a daddy’s boy, Lizzie is too… at least a daddy’s girl!! hahaha 🙂
❤ You were a runner and very energetic when you were young, never tired! You took life at the wild side! I can tell you that this new little one does the same!
❤ You had this impossibly big will to please! I know that! I can tell Lizzie has too! Incredible! She is not stubborn at all! You tell her once to sit, she does. That’s not really airedale-like! Not at all!
❤ You were the most incredible dog ever, one out of a million, dad always says: big chance mum and dad found you! Well they say the same about Lizzie! For me YOU will always be the most incredible one…

You see, I know a lot of you now… You must have been quite a character, pppffffff! 😉 And that is why they say here that the française is your “rincation”… pppfffff… difficult to understand for me.

Anyway, it is almost dinner time… get the picture? 😉

Big hugs from

Kita Van ‘Asbroek, better known to you as the little one (although I am bigger than you)

– “This is very nice, Lizzie!”
Ah non, there we go again! Miss Know-It-All keeps informing me about what comes next. J’en ai vraiment marre!
– “We are heading for the huge dogpark alright!”
– Ah, ça change tout, bien sûr! Since this ‘heat thing’ ended (vous souvenez-vous?), we’ve been there several times and we can run free as much as we like. C’est génial!  🙂

“Viens, Kita, on y va!” What is keeping her, sniffing around at the entrance? We have lots of work to do! Si je me rappelle bien, running business comes first. Next we go to the hill over there, where all the rabbit holes are, for a thorough inspection, and after that we sneak out of sight to go to the brook, to get ourselves some nice mud-boots. Mum hates that! 🙂

“Look, Kita, there is a handsome gentleman over there!” Je vais flâner un peu avec lui… Do you want to play tag? Oh, je m’excuse, but I really have to go now: smartass Kita is already at the hill, and she’ll be nagging about me not attending to the businesses! A très bientôt, mon beau! “Wait for me, Kita, here I come!” Oh, she’s already tiptoeing to the brookside…

“Kita! Kita! Where are you?” Elle est partie! I can’t find her anywhere… “Kita!” Oh no, there you have it: that’s Dad’s whistle! I have to go back! But I’ve lost track of Kita and I don’t even know where the whistle comes from! Ca alors! Quoi faire? “Kita! Kita, wait for me!” Ce n’est pas possible! There is the whistle again, with more insistence… I’m in big trouble! 😦

Is that Kita over there? This is killing me! Trop stressant! – Ouf! There you have Mom and Dad. Kita has already found them. I run all I’ve got, straight to Dad. Never mind the treat, I’m happy as I am, having found you et tout. “Come on, Lizzie, let’s run off again, to the brook.” –”Non, merci, Kita, I’m staying with Dad now. We’ll see about that next time…”

Sissie Lizzie

– “Dad, can we watch?”
– “Sure you can, Lizzie…”
– “Viens, Kita, ça semble rigolo! Dad, can we help too?”
– “Not really, Lizzie, I’m putting this table together, and I’m guessing that’s not your thing, girls… Not really my thing either, to be honest, but Mum wants it in our dining room, so…”
– “What do you think I can do with this toy, Kita? Tu sais toujours tout, non?”

Dad doesn’t seem too happy about ma curiosité and my willingness to help out. “Lizzie! Do not touch that! I’ll need that screwdriver in a minute.” – Smartass Kita smiles haughtily. She ‘knows’, vous savez… – Maybe I can taste one of these many little ones then? – “Watch out, Lizzie! If you swallow one , we go straight to the vet’s!” Oh no, not the Green Clothes again! 😦

I’ll play with this jouet instead. “That’s not a dog’s toy, silly!” Well, well, there you have Lady Know-It-All again… “That’s a hammer, Lizzie,” Dad intervenes, “I’ll take that from you now.” If I’m not allowed to touch anything or play with anything, what is the whole point of keeping an eye on this game, anyway? C’est tellement ennuyeux… I think I’m going to take a nap. 😉

“You can’t, Lizzie! We must take care of our inspection business. I did explain the businesses to you, didn’t I?” To show how it is done, Kita has her nosy nose on every move Dad makes. OK, I’ll have a quick glance myself, et après je retourne à ma sieste.:-) Dad seems very pleased with himself. Looks fine to me. Once you’ve seen a table, you’ve seen them all, n’est-ce pas? 😉

Sissie Lizzie

As you know, these days we only are allowed to play with cardboard! That’s harmless and this française at our house does not eat that! 😉

But then, all over sudden the française found something else in the box with the toys. A rope, a knotted rope! Get the picture? 😉

Yep, we had the battle of the week! And this time, I did not give in! Mostly because we found a second rope, in the end! Got mine in my littl house with me. That’s my territory! No Lizzies allowed! Or I do as grandpa did: I growl. Not as hard as he, but I growl! 😉
Of course I can go in hers, but she not in mine! 🙂

I had all the time to tear mine apart! 😉 ❤ Lizzie started tearing at hers, but the fool started eating what she got off! Game over, mum said! 
So, no more rope-ripping in our house! 😦 She really can be a little pest, that française! 😦

PS Mum had the red thing ready: toot and video! 🙂

“This is really really very very good, Lizzie!!!” Kita is sitting next to me in the backseat of the car, and she looks enthusiastic this time, definitely not worried for a change. Are we heading to a playground or a dog park that I haven’t seen yet? “I know where we are going…” Oh no, she has that boastful tone again… Quelle fanfare! “You’ll see, and… you’ll like it!” Mais enfin! Why is this Lady Know-It-All always telling me things in advance, without telling anything! 😦

De toute façon, Kita is right this time. I jump out of the car – only after I am allowed to, bien sûr – and the first thing I see: a giant picture of un très beau garçon! This can’t go wrong! Oh, and I smell doggie treats, and doggie food, and… lots of other tempting and promising smells! I do not know what this place is, but… c’est le Paradis! “Come on, Kita, let’s go!” [Yank!] Merde, je suis en laisse! “Wait for the humans to go in, silly!” Kita knows, vous savez. [Sigh]

And who do we have here at the door? I know this funny sweet cuddly lady! She came to visit us at home the other day, and she brought loads of doggie food. I don’t know her name – Kita calls her The Human Pup. Peu importe, she really is nice and I liked her from the moment I met her. She can hug me anytime, as much as she wants. Dad is discussing a new harness for me with her. I can’t figure out why, but all the ones we have at home, seem too big for me… 😦

“Can I try it on???” Human Pup adjusts the straps until it fits just fine. Regarde moi! “Mum, do you have your red blinking thing ready? Here I come!” Kita is watching enviously. “Oh, petite française, stop showing off, will you?” – “Ah non! Today I’m the Lady of the House, peut-être pas at our house (yet), but in this Doggie Paradise… Oui, aujourd’hui, c’est moi La Dame AT!” ❤ 🙂

Sissie Lizzie