Monday, May 1, 2017
Lesson #4 of dog ownership.
A national holiday in France. The mayor has put out the flags on the war memorial. Bob and Sophie watch as he clambers up the step ladder to fix the final one.
By the village hall two new election posters have appeared. Bob christens them. Sophie ignores them and rushes by in search of something malodorous in the drainage ditch.
Time to head off into town for the morning croissants . We park, as we almost always do, in one of the angled spaces on the market square. Being a holiday it's quiet and all the shops, bar the bakers,are shut. Not a soul to be seen. The PONs are harnessed up and jump from the back of the car. At this point a teenage girl - talking on the phone - drives past and at the very last minute turns her little black Renault , at speed , into the vacant parking spot next door. She overshoots and runs over the kerb. The front bumper hits Bob on the head with a loud bang. Not a clunk but a bang. For a moment I'm convinced he's a goner. He stands bewildered then turns and sprints back to me. He's on his lead so it's really only three or four steps. The girl gets out, checks her bumper and informs me '' Your dog could have damaged my car " - except she doesn't phrase it quite that politely. Bob is shocked but a quick check shows his paws, jaw and eye sight are fine. A trickle of blood indicates a mouth problem and sure enough the collision has broken one of his incisors. It's a big bank holiday in France. Even the emergency vet closed. So far he seems fine.
He's given soft pasta for breakfast which he eats with enthusiasm. It must be painful but he's not showing it. He'll be at the vets at seven thirty on Tuesday morning.
Lesson #4 of dog ownership. If something can go wrong it will always be on a national holiday when the vets are closed.