Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.
What fun ! I've only ever seen St. Petersburg in the summer. It looks truly magnificent in snow, with all the buildings so beautifully illuminated.Bless Bob, he really is the most forgiving little fellow.
That's a sweet photo. We don't think Bob really likes carrots much.
My reaction too was "what fun"! A trip to St Peterburg is overdue. Cheers, Gail.
It's a beautiful city in summer, but those snow scenes are something special. I'm told winter is the time to go if you can stand the cold. There are few tourists, so no queues, and everywhere indoors is heated to almost tropical levels.
Everyone should have a big brother like Bob.
Do you think Sophie appreciates him?
Though I can't really say about Sophie, sometimes we fail to truly appreciate those we love. :)
Skijoring in St. Petersburg, what a hoot. Whatever else the Romanovs did right or wrong, they had simply beautiful buildings in their public spaces, even if at this time of year you have only about four hours of daylight to appreciate them.
Was there an auxiliary carrot in waiting?
This seems to be the rage now with skiers being pulled along by vehicles in the streets...I'm wondering if they closed off the route for that event....the city is truly beautiful.Bob is such a sweetheart, I think Sophie could eat all his carrots and he wouldn't murmur...a truly protective and caring brother.
They always make skijoring look so easy, and like so much fun. Although not as scenic, I'm sure somewhere it was going on here last week, for those lucky enough to be able to get out!