Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Sophie is a quart of energy in a pint pot. She is keen to get on with life. Open the door of her pen and she's off. Only another six or seven weeks of this close confinement to go.
For much of the day the web doesn't work. Either Google or Orange have been hacked. A French government page saying that we've accessed a terrorist site is all we can access.
La Blue Belle potatoes make an appearance in the greengrocers.
In the afternoon Bob is taken to the vets. He's bitten the hair from his back by the tail. The family boy sits, unmoving, on the examination table. Bob does not enjoy going to the vets. The manic biting diagnosed as a combination of a reaction to insect bites and being stressed over his sisters strange behaviour. A course of anti-histamines should do the trick. Isn't it odd that he should be stressed while his sister isn't ? We've ordered another Adaptil collar. In the meantime we've taken Sophie's and put it on Bob.
So passes a quiet day with dogs in deepest , deepest France profonde.