A group of early rising pilgrims saunter along the lane . With a 'whoooof' Bob is out of the door and onto his stump seat. The pilgrims wave and laugh. After the last one is out of sight Bob comes back inside. He's wearing his serious ' I showed them who's boss ' face.
In the Place de la Republique ( all squares in France are called Place de la Republique ) tourists. Not a lot of them but tourists nonetheless. Summer definitely here.
We go to the delicatessen for some ham for lunch. The electrician is ahead of us buying four portions of Boudin Noir for his teams breakfast. Bob throws his head back and inhales. He tries to convince the shopkeeper, the electrician and his master this is part and parcel of every PONs diet. '' Boudin Noir. It's an old Polish recipe ". He's disappointed.
There is more luck at the cheese shop where he gets a sliver of Brebis and some Chevres. His tail wags like a metronome set to allegro vivace.
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Poor Bob, first the Pilgrim's don't take him seriously and then there's no chance of even a smidgen of Boudin Noir. Still, all was not lost - there were the slivers of Brebis and Chevres ...we think the cheese lady gives him them just to see the soft shoe shuffle and wagging tail...
Bob, I think those pilgrims were just doing a fine job of disguising their fear…
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Oh that cheese looks so tasty. Just needs the addition of a cool glass of wine, oh, and a dog to share it with of course.
We are certain those pilgrims were quaking with fear. They just didn't want to disgrace themselves by showing it. Stories of the fearsome PON in the small village will become legendary along the pilgrims route.
It makes me happy all over to see Bob sitting on his stump. He looks sooooooo cute, oh sorry, vicious!!!
i agree with Kari - for years to come, each generation of pilgrims will pass on the tale of the fearsome PON along their route.
Do you think the Pilgrims could be persuaded to bring sausages?
Where's the diva???
How could you refuse him a morsel of boudin?
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