Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




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Welcome to Lou's blog

This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.


... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.

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Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


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saturday 5 february 2005

52. Mega, the dog

MégaSpeaking of animals, I'm realizing I still haven't introduced Mega. She's daddy's dog. He even often calls her "Nilfisk" because she's always hanging around me when I'm eating.
I must say I often drop bits of my sandwhich or I spill some of my spoon's content. At least, with her, the floor around the table is always shining !
Acually, I like Mega, and I don't like her : I like her because she's part of the family, but I don't like it when she barks or when she comes lick my face.
However when I was younger and she would precisely come and give me a facial wash, I would stick my entire hand down her mouth, without her reacting in any way. But nowadays I'm not getting stepped on anymore, and she better move when she's sleeping just anywhere.

Last detail : thanks to Mega, daddy sometimes takes me for a walk in the forest with her.
I love calling her the way daddy does when she got too far away : "Mega ! (I whistle) Doggy ! Come Mega ! Good dog ..." (I have almost as much authority as daddy !)
By Luc Boland, at 19:11 :: My own world :: #69 :: one comment
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