Now there are two! Frosty and Bugsy. What can I say? Fort Doberdale’s a hoppening place. Though not for moths. I’m blinking. I’m blinking twice. Two pairs of frog’s legs on my window! Mon Dieu! Bouchard … Continue reading
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This is Bouchard. He is waiting for his dinner. Here is Raven doing the same. Does Pavlov ring a bell? Helen … Continue reading
Well, Bouchard IS French, after all. Go figure he would be the one to find and stretch out in this “crop circle” on the Fort Doberdale campus. Helen … Continue reading
One night late last week, I was ready to shut my eyes and go to sleep, when I heard Annie’s bark. Rather demanding, might I say. She usually sleeps on the floor in the bedroom, so why I heard her … Continue reading
Bouchard got irate with something Luigi did this evening. You can see the steam coming out of his ears if you look closely enough, squint, and blow puffs of air from your mouth when it’s below 40 degrees. I didn’t … Continue reading