Saturday, October 15, 2016
No collars. No itching. No medication.
No collars. No itching. No medication. Another milestone on the road to recovery.
Angus comes downstairs and says good morning to Sophie. This is the cue for the family diva to express her delight. She rolls on her back, waves her legs in the air, squeals and settles down for a long tickle. Her harness is then put on. The front part goes on easily. The back section, due to the wildly kicking legs, is more of a problem. What we would have done without the double harness I don't know. Angus's back would certainly have been the worse for wear.
Sophie is then moved out into the small courtyard for some fresh air and moment of 'detente'. Sophie, being a clever girl, has discovered that a stone wall can provide support at such important times.
Breakfast follows. The PONs usually get fed after us but we've found that if Sophie has a full tummy she's happy and quiet. She now gets fed thirty minutes after waking. The rest of us can then get on with our lives in peace. Such little routines make all the difference.
Bob continues to put up with living in the shadow of his sister. Thankfully, he's the sort of dog who's happy to tag along wherever Angus goes.
This morning master and dog go to the barbers. Bob settles down under the sickly aspidistra and studiously ignores the three old farmers who attempt to engage him in conversation. He pretends to be asleep but from time to time his fringe moves. Haircut completed we head off to the square in the big market town. Angus has a coffee and reads Les Echos. Bob settles under the table and is brought a bowl of water and a wholemeal biscuit. The waiter takes the biscuit out of the cellophane wrapper and presents it to the male PON. The biscuit is swallowed whole. ' Would he like another ? ' I'm asked. The kind offer is declined. A reminder that you can never be alone when travelling with a shaggy dog in France.
A crane arrives and is parked outside the churchyard. Repairs are to take place on the swaying Jesus. This is now leaning at six degrees from the vertical on a still day, eight - maybe a little more - when it's windy. The repairs will coincide with the regional petanque competition and dinner. Angus just knows that this combination is going to be interesting.