Sunday, December 15, 2013
No act of kindness, however small, is wasted.
Saturday night. Some 'out of towners' have booked the salle des fetes . It turns out to be a 'rave'. Two hundred cars from Toulouse filling the square and the surrounding streets. At midnight a group of revellers clamber over the Rickety Old Farmhouse's gate and start to uproot the box hedge. ( Why ? )
Bob lets out that unmistakable PON 'my packs in danger ' roar. How such a noise can emanate from such a small dog one of natures mysteries. Angus opens the bedroom window and tells the uninvited guests exactly where to go. By the time he's made it downstairs ( bare feet but a blue towelling dressing gown ) they've gone.
This morning over breakfast much laughter as to whether the sight of Angus in a dressing gown or the sound of a PON in full voice is the more frightening.
After Wilf I'd never thought we'd have another dog brave enough to become a family fellow. I was wrong. This morning guard dog Bob is promoted from family boy to family fellow in training. His tail wags ( to the right ) thirteen to the dozen.