Monday, May 12, 2014
A dog show in a local village. Not many dogs but a large table covered in wine bottles. An appreciative, if slightly inebriated, crowd. While Angus heads off to look for a parking spot, 'the font' heads off to see the hunting dogs.
We'd always agreed that the sensible thing to do when living abroad is ignore the non-Anglo-Saxon attitude to animals. France is better than Italy in this respect. Most of the hunting dogs are well cared for. But not all. Two of the dogs are squabbling. A man in a mock hunting costume 'loses it' and starts beating the dogs with a whip. He then picks the dogs up by the back of their necks and throws them across their cage. One dog is left badly bleeding. 'The font' forgets the prudent vow of silence. France and Sweden come into conflict. The Frenchman doesn't like being told to stop. The Swede doesn't like his rejoinder. The conversation develops. The men ( he's been joined by others ) finally ( and heatedly ) storm off.
Angus and the PON's, having finally found a parking spot, are oblivious to all this. When reunited we do however recognize the symptoms of Lutheran determination. The hunting dog saga, as far as 'the font' is concerned, is not yet settled. The mayor of the dog show village is about to get a visit.