It's Me, Sara Louise

For some inane reason, The Boyfriend likes to walk Fifty into the old medieval village at night.

A little background on Le Petit Village and the old medieval village…

Le Petit Village is old, like really old. It used to be a little Roman town that was used as a stop over on the way to trading in Marseille (source: The Boyfriend). Like when I say Roman, I’m talking about Julius and Brutus, that’s freaking old.

Anyhoo… on top of that old town, a medieval village was built within old medieval walls (think a mini Avignon). The homes in the old medieval village are 12th century, and people live in them today.

Le Petit Village expanded a wee bit and the present day ‘main’ street where I live is right outside the walls of the old medieval village. Now even though my front door is only about twenty five feet from the arched opening of the old village, I don’t go in there. Never have, and not sure if I will. I’m just a scaredy cat like that. Old stuff creeps me out. Wish I could get over it but I can’t (too bad, because I love history, but I’ve got this Billy Bob Thornton type phobia). Moving on.

At night there are no lights inside the medieval village, not a one. It’s preserved in time. Where as the houses on the inside (so I’m told) are kitted out with modern appliances, the outsides still look like 12th century, and because there is a big wall to block out the rest of the village, the two ‘main’ street lamps do not shine into the medieval village, so according to The Boyfriend, it’s pitch black, only lit by moonlight.

Say it with me everyone…. CREEPY

So for some lunatic reason that I do not understand, this is where The Boyfriend likes to take my little furry angel for a walk at night. Sure he knows it’s wobbly cobble stoned streets inside and out from childhood days running through it, but come on!

Last night on the pm walk, as I was tucked inside my cozy abode I heard The Boyfriend shouting, “Fifty! Fifty!” But when The Boyfriend says it, it sounds like, “Feefty! Feefty”

See, The Boyfriend has started to let Fifty off his leash when they go out. Not me. I’ll save that for fun sunny Saturday afternoons when I have time to chase a puppy who has decided to bolt. Not for night times when I have a date with a glass of Côtes du Rhône and a couch.

So what happens now that The Boyfriend has been walking Fifty through the old creepy village, and Fifty is off his leash and wants to make a run for it, where do you think he’s going to run? That’s right. Back to old creepy village. Probably to chase some Roman toga wearing spirit or Nazi ghost zombie he saw.

The Boyfriend can chase him through those uneven lanes in the dark, that’s his own creepy bed and he can run in it.

Me, I’ll stick with the leash. And on my side of the wall.