Hugo the malevolent Maltese is walking in circles on the Lane. He's still doing it as we return from our morning walk. A silver Peugeot brakes to avoid him. A white van, undeterred by the new speed bump, goes racing past. Hugo jumps when I come to pick him up. He's gone blind. Probably just had a stroke. His heart races but he makes no attempt to struggle. His mistress is matron of the Old Folks home in the market town.She often does the night shift and with the curtains drawn it looks as if she has let him out then gone to sleep. I open the front door and pop Hugo into the entrance hall then tip toe silently away. Madame Bay is dispatched to wake the matron and make sure Hugo is ok. His ridiculous yelping as The PONz stroll past has been a comical feature of our time here.
Both Bob and Sophie seemed to be aware that all was not well with their canine neighbour. Sophie was uncharacteristically silent. Bob examined Hugo with a gentle, concerned air. Animal interaction and communication can surprise.
Sophie settles down on the wooden garden table for a post walk doze.
Her brother exudes essence of shaggy dog.
'The Font' notices a rather alarming feature of the bar stools at the dog friendly cafe.
In the little antique shop on the square an 1820 print of dog grooming. The dogs appear to be asleep.
The sky above the cathedral has turned that unreal Southern France blue. A sure sign of a change in the seasons.
We have received a letter from the manager of the supermarket asking us to a special preview of the Easter wine sale. The letter informs us that the invitation is only for 'discerning customers'. 'The Font' wonders what constitutes 'discernment'.
This dog article is interesting : http://news.nationalgeographic.com/2016/03/160319-dogs-diabetes-health-cancer-animals-science/