Alternatively titled: More Funny French Stuff, But This Time It Wasn’t Me.
This week I called the veterinarian’s office to make an appointment for our dog, Louie.
(We found a wonderful English speaking vet here in Luxembourg, but she is on maternity leave right now so we were referred to another.)
Me: Je voudrais un rendez-vous pour mon chien, sil vous plait.
(I’d like an appointment for my dog, please.)
(Do you speak English?)
Receptionist: Oui, un peu. I try.
I answered a bunch of questions, gave our name and the reason Louie needs to see the vet.
Blah, blah, blah.
Receptionist: Okay. Saturday ten o’clock.
What is the dog called?
Receptionist: Okay, yes. Wee Wee has been here before, no?
Me: Uh, yes. Actually, it’s Louie.
Receptionist: Yes, doctor will see Wee Wee Saturday.
Alright, Wee Wee.
Get your leash and put on a beret.
We’re going to the vet.