How to measure how much snow you've had.

The BBC put this up a few minutes ago 

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-30995619

Determined not to understand.

Tuesday morning. Everyone  is up and about bright and early. Caroline the 'unhappy' cleaning lady is due at eight and the house has to be 'got ready' for her arrival. Angus thinks it's illogical that the house should be straightened up before Caroline comes. 'The Font' says something Delphic about PONs not being the only reason the place is being tidied up.

Every day of the week the angelic duo are happy to be put into their harnesses . This of course does not apply to the morning when Caroline is due and we are all in a mad rush. Sophie does her ' OMG ! I'm not putting my head in that !! ' routine. She heads off upstairs. Bob follows her. Both let the world know that they're being tortured. Sophie hides under a bed.

Finally, they're in the back of the car. Bob leaps in. Sophie, who usually bounces up, makes it clear she's going to have to be lifted. '' Come on ! You get up there every day ! " said to a dog who is determined not to understand. Haste an impossibility when there are dogs about.

Demis Roussos has passed away. As a tribute Radio Nostalgie plays this improbably pitched song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTgloMcGh7k

32 million words.

The PONs are at the front door waiting with ill disguised impatience to get their day started. It's brighter and warmer this morning but we still make a detour to see the old horse and give him some carrots. I must ask the mayor why the old thing has been put out to grass . From the way he wanders over for a chat and a stroke he's clearly been brought up around humans.... and dogs.... and misses their company.

The angelic duo find a stick in the orchard. The noises and gyrations that accompany this discovery make it clear that this is not just any stick.

Finally, it's time to settle down. Bob follows Angus into the office ( a no noise zone ) to talk to serious men in dark suits. Sophie heads off to the kitchen where she lets the whole world know her delight in discovering there will be roast chicken for dinner.The difference in characters continues to amaze. 

The current edition of the Economist has an article about the American educational system . This sentence leaps off the page  'Children of professionals hear 32 million more words by the age of four than those of parents on welfare '.

Burns Night

A wee Burns Night snippet . 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJGaRb3WCT4

A winters Sunday.

It's cold. A biting wind thundering down from the mountains. Scott's Porage Oats for breakfast. Bob has some honey mixed in with his. He's so happy with this unexpected turn of events he shows his overbite and does his soft shoe shuffle.

After a trip to the cafe under the arcades, a paddle in the stream and a bout of digging, it's time to settle down in the warmth of the laundry room. The perfect place for damp paws to dry out and for batteries to be recharged.

A winters Sunday in deepest, deepest France profonde.

As mad as a fruit cake.

An invitation from the town hall to the annual prize giving for the most beautiful garden in the village. The mayors wife has made 'interesting' tableaux out of dried root vegetables as first, second and third prizes. These will be presented to the lucky winners by the sous-prefet. The less fortunate will receive a calendar of the departments floral villages.

There is more canine excavating. Please keep on sending in comments saying that the PONs are digging for truffles. Heaven forbid they be doing it for fun. Tomorrow morning we'll head to the nursery and buy forty rosemary plants. These will be used to fill in some of the holes. Visitors might just believe that the rosemary has seeded itself. 

Angus finishes the 1500 pages of the brilliant third and final volume of  John Rohl's biography of Wilhelm II. Despite the authors even handedness one comes away with the feeling the Kaiser was as mad as a fruit cake and rather unpleasant with it. He nearly went to war with America in 1904. Having doctors who tried to cure his withered arm by wrapping it in the skin of a newly killed hare each evening can hardly have been a stabilizing formative experience.

The release of positive endorphins .

From the Wikipedia entry on PONs  : Polish Lowland Sheepdogs are stable and self-confident. PONs adapt well to various conditions, and are popular as companion dogs for apartment dwellers in their native Poland. PONs require a moderate amount of exercise daily.

Angus and 'The Font' read this and wonder aloud about the mental state of Polish apartment dwellers and what constitutes a 'moderate amount of exercise '.

A trip in the car, a visit to the cafe, two long walks, a chat with the Post Lady and the Mayor, and yet the very second we turn our backs .....

Perhaps the Wikipedia entry has been written by the sort of people who write guide books for foreign visitors to America with advice that says : '' On the New York subway always turn to your neighbours introduce yourself and shake their hands. New Yorkers are noted for their relaxed demeanour and will be particularly keen to see your family photos and hear about your hobbies  ''. 

Those of a nervous disposition may wish to look away now. The mud trail up the side of the bath hints at the excitement that occurred when a sodden Sophie jumped out of the bath and went careering through the house.

The PONs end their day as they started it - content. We end our day exhausted. Must be something to do with the way dogs release positive endorphins into their owners bloodstream.

An unexpected appearance.

One of those January days that can't make up its mind between sunny and dry and grey and drizzly. Bob sits by the front gate watching the non-existent activity in the village. He deigns to join us for lunch but is soon scratching  at the front door to be let out.  Sophie spends her day trying to remove the head from the demonic bird tweet toy.

In the afternoon we wander over to the village pond. Bob christens the sixteenth century pottery kiln. Sophie hunts for voles. In this she is remarkably unsuccessful, stealth not being a PON trait.

The Old Farmer has once again switched on his array of Christmas lights . Above them the star continues to gleam away. Were it not for the abseiling Father Christmases it could best be described as a rural version of Coney Island. 'The Font' wonders if the temporary shut down in the illuminations was anything to do with the appearance in the village of a van from the electric utility .

For some reason ( mice ? ) the local cats have started to congregate in the barn. This development has a bracing effect on the PON's. On our late evening comfort walk they disappear out of the door, howling, into the darkness. The duo are found at the foot of an acacia tree barking at a small white cat in its upper branches. The cat sensibly remains completely still. After half an hour the PON's come inside but do not immediately settle.

Last night in the Salle des Fetes the English teacher from the Lycee sets up a television. Forty or so students and parents show up to watch the Eichmann Story. Martin Freeman with his unusual ( some would say grating ) American accent and Anthony LaPaglia. Standing room only. In deepest France profonde there are still some who take their families education seriously. The crowds arrive and depart decorously. This interest in education and appreciation for teachers  rather like Scotland fifty years ago.

Of seasonal interest ? http://www.popsci.com/why-do-most-people-usually-sneeze-twos-or-threes-and-fours

Lassitude

With Christmas a fast fading memory and the August Pottery 'Fayre' still on the distant horizon the rhythm of village once again falls into its natural lassitude. 

The hostilities between the Belgian Lady and the neighbouring horse farmer  have settled into a sort of  'Cold War'. The horse farmer has stopped visitors from parking on the Belgians roadside verge ( at the suggestion of the mayor ) and she has stopped blocking off the adjacent paths and tracks with barricades of chopped down branches. It may not be universal peace but it is at least progress. The mayor and the town council have been told, repeatedly, that they are latter day Talleyrand's who should be put in charge of the Quai d'Orsai. '' Such skill. Such maturity ". Flattery, as they say, will get you everywhere - particularly in a country where self deprecation is unheard of.

Closer to home the angelic duo are in that two year old sweet spot. One long exciting playtime. No lassitude for them.There have been further excavations in the field leading down to the stream. 'The Font ' suggests that Angus simply plant bulbs in each of the new holes. An informal 'Capability PON' style of planting.

On our evening walk we comment on the fact that Bob is looking very lithe and lean. One svelte fellow. The conversation comes to an abrupt stop when our attention turns to Sophie. 

 Here's an interesting article about dog breeding : http://www.realclearscience.com/blog/2015/01/how_man_is_sabotaging_his_best_friend.html