Sunday, September 25, 2016
A warm September day.
There is a small courtyard on the side of the house that faces the lane. The gardeners will come early next week to shovel away the gravel and replace it with soft turf. This enclosed, quiet, space will become the divas 'recuperation' zone. A spot where she can see the comings and goings from her cage. Interestingly she's been able to haul herself to her feet, unsteady but unaided, twice today.
Sophie, furious at her enforced idleness, eats through the bottom of her bed. She chews the foam rubber then spits it out with a loud 'thwah' sound. I've said it before, I'll say it again. She is not a placid patient.
Bob and Angus go in search of a replacement bed. The man who designs the seats on the Volkswagen Sportsvan 'Loonj' must double up designing dog bed covers. They are all hideous.
When did dog beds become so expensive ?
There is something deeply disturbing about the arrangement in the lobby of the garden centre. Bob and his master stop to look at it but move quickly on.
At the greengrocers an American import. We have absolutely no idea what it is.
They've laid a lot of it in.
Pumpkins are more popular with the locals.
Just one of those warm September days in deepest, deepest France profonde when nothing happens.
Here's an interesting and unusual article on how intelligent fish are :