A French Twist!

A number of years ago I flew to the south of France and stayed with a friend and her family in the charming village of Vaison La Romaine in Provence.  I took daily walks into the quaint town for cafe au lait in the morning and Pastis in the evening, drinking in the culture and imagining a life spent in such a lovely place.  On one of these walks I met a young couple who had a Pied (black and white) le Bouledogue Francais named "Finky".  He looked very much like a Boston Terrier and reminded me of Joey, anxiously waiting for my return.  The couple was very tolerant of the American woman's modest French and the lavish attention she gave to their Frenchy. 

Two years later, we traveled with four of our dearest friends to the Normandy Region where we spent a week in a 400 year old farmhouse in the tiny village of Sees.  While walking through the village we came upon a woman with her white Bully shopping for produce.  Our friend Kari photographed the two of them, the woman dressed in black with her back to the camera, the Frenchy sitting patiently at her side while she chose from the brightly colored fruits and vegetables neatly displayed like little treasures.  It hangs in our kitchen still.

About a year and a half ago we found ourselves north of Seattle at an Estate Sale.  As we were leaving, we met a woman walking her two French Bulls.  They were perfect, one Pied the other Fawn.  It was time for a Frenchy.  She shared the name of her Breeder in Southern Oregon and a brindle baby girl, just four weeks old, was to be ours.  One month later, and after a ten hour round-trip drive, our French clown Fiona was home.

Meet Fiona...

The perfect model for JoeysCoat...