“” That morning I had something really important to say to Marcel and Camélia!
– My dog is a princess… and that stresses me out!
They looked at me with wide eyes.
– Zou is a princess? What are you talking about, Albert?
Marcel and Camélia did not believe me… I must say that they know Zou. The huge Zou standing … The huge Zou seated … And above all, the incredible Zou lying down, wrinkled, shriveled. When she’s asleep, she looks like a giant chocolate cake smeared on the floor.
Marcel and Camélia also know Zou’s hairs… Zou’s croquettes… Zou’s slime… Not much to do with a princess, I admit. “”