Out past the old widows house at the crossroads. Bob leading the way. Sophie following along behind. There's dew on the grass this morning. A sotto voce sign that the seasons are changing. A carpet of sunflowers stretching all the way from the top of the ridge down to the stream in the valley floor. Bob finds a dessicated vole. He briefly shows me this before swallowing it . A co-mingled look of joy and pride etched on his face . '' Didn't I do well ? "
To the morning market for some freshly made spinach and mozarella ravioli. A detour to the cheese stall. The cheese lady an old PON acquaintance. A tiny sliver of St.Nectaire met with a whimper of delight from Bob. A cube of Reblochon followed by much tongue licking. Before we leave Sophie lets out an enormous, and decidedly unladylike, belch.
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Not sure anyone gave Sophie the blueprint for ladylike behaviour. Thank goodness!
Am wondering if there is a correlation between leg length and tongue length?
Cheers, Gail.
Ahhhhhh, cheese...we ALL love it.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
What with the cheese and the belch, the vole (shudder) and the photo of Bob I think today's title should have been: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog.
Yesterday's post was so, so much ... nicer.
But I still loved reading this one. Apart from the vole.
I am with Bob. St. Nectaire is one of my favourites, although I wouldn't say no to some of that Roquefort!
Those sunflowers are so lovely.
x
Vole et fromage - bon appetit :-)
Have fun x
At least it was a 'burp' and not a...well, you know... ;-)
I hope your day and the spinach and mozarella ravioli are equally enjoyable!!
So many cheeses, so little time.
Dessicated vole, that must have been a real treat in Bob's eyes...hope he isn't affected by it.
Sophie is such a diva, but we can allow her one unladylike belch....it must have caught her unaware.
Enjoy the ravioli.
Our pup likes to burp at humans. I tell visitors she only does this to people she likes. The humans don't believe that one.
He swallowed it???!
A Beagle mix of mine, now long departed, played with a mouse till I called her, "Emma!" She knew her fun was at an end, so, before I could reach her, she swallowed the live mouse whole, the tail slithering through her teeth like spaghetti. I almost hurled. We zoomed home and I called my vet. After the staff pulled themselves up from the floor to where they had fallen in laughter, I was told to watch for any intestinal upset. Not Emma - cast iron gut proved on more than one occasion. She is proud of Bob and of Sophie's belch :).
Cheese will do that to you...
Buona!
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