Pierres, 1960.
Jean-Claude Fourneau.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Claude_Fourneau
We were up late again last night, neither of us could stop talking and laughing, Richie invariably will tell me a joke every night just as I am trying to swallow my baclofen tablets.
Swallowing tea is not compatible with laughing and nearly always results in me not being able too anything but laugh.
Often laughter can trigger off spasms and it makes my arms as well as hands go rigid, never realised before that laughter could be so painful.
It also upsets Cyril, whenever we laugh or are loud he gets worried, he leaps out of his bed and starts playing with his toys.
Perhaps he wants to distract us, to try to stop our laughter, it usually does the opposite makes us laugh even more.
Poor Cyril needs a cuddle which Richie provides, Cyril lies right against him, pressed up close and growls the whole time.
We have never had a dog like him before, we will probably never know whatever made Cyril so worried, all we can do is give him a good life now.
After 6 months here with us he is more relaxed, happy and seems to like his new life with us and Marleen.
In time he will be more relaxed and really enjoying life, we are happy that we gave Cyril a new life.
