The second incarnation of my blog
When we were in France, a girl of about 17 came and said hello to my dog Zac. For some reason he wasn’t at all interested in her and even though she was friendly, he ignored her as she talked to him.
So, in my very poor French I said to her: “Mon chien ne comprend pas, Il parle Anglais!”
She laughed… so surely it must have been funny!