Monday, August 1, 2016

Specially convened.


Sunday evening. The mayor, his wife, the little lady in the purple hat and the lady with the Marge Simpson beehive hairdo appear at the gate. They've been holding a specially convened village council meeting.  ' We shouldn't really tell you but I've been told we've won the Prix speciaux du Conseil Departmental ' says the mayor. We feign what we hope is just slightly more enthusiasm than is expected in such circumstances. ' How wonderful ' says 'the Font'. "That's marvellous news" says yours truly using a tone of voice usually reserved for commenting on the safe delivery of someones first grandchild.  'Is this in place of a rosette ?' asks Angus. No one seems to know or indeed to have thought of this. Perhaps the news isn't as good as originally thought. The mayor will make a phone call in the morning. Irrespective of whether it is good news or bad it is treated as a three glass of champagne evening.

 Monday August 1st 2016. 07:20 am.

So far this morning Sophie has discovered a small rat in the drainage ditch that runs alongside the lane. I remove it from her mouth . She gives me a look that makes it clear I shouldn't be a dog owner.


Twenty yards further on she finds some badger poo. Her owner is not given the chance of saying '' Put it down ! ". There is a theatrical licking of lips. On the way home a dead thrush is noisily chewed then swallowed. As far as the family princess is concerned the new month is shaping up to be simply wonderful.


Worth reading. Here's some wry American humour from the London Review of Books:




13 comments:

  1. Yet he! I'm glad I'm not on Pooh-Scooping duties at your house!

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  2. No kisses from Sophie today!

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  3. Sophie, that's a pretty impressive start to August - it's going to be a hard day to beat ! One of our "girls" found a hoard of cat litter, and much to her delight, instead of being bagged and put into the rubbish bin, it's abandoned, in a pile, by the side of the road. Fresh top ups were a regular treat, but now she can only gaze at it in longing as she's walked by on her lead....
    A three champagne glass evening - did they really care what the prize was, by the time they went home?

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  4. Badger poo? Yum!
    Great start to the day Sophie. Keep it up!
    Toodle pip!
    Bertie.

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  5. I don't know whether to laugh or cry over that link.

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  6. Our Princess is just as bad only with her it was fox poo!

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  7. Bravo Mr. Weinberger! Effective today in Texas, open-carry of (loaded) hand guns for people with permits
    will be sanctioned on all public university campuses. In a surprise moment of sanity, though, the
    legislature did see fit to grant professors the right to forbid their being brought into their class rooms.

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  8. Clearly a best day ever on Sophie's calendar.

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  9. I'm guessing that a "Prix speciaux du Conseil Departmental" might be what I'd call Honorable Mention.
    So much in this post, it's hard to choose between badger poo and Republican politicians.

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  10. Don't you just love being a dog owner some days? :)

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  11. Very boring here....we just find dropped chips from the McDonalds up the street.

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  12. I second the bravo to Mr. Weinberger, you can't even imagine the local republican politicians here in Oklahoma! Badger poo would be a welcome improvement...

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