Saturday, November 5, 2016
Emotion in excess of its object.
Sophie is in a particularly demonstrative mood when I open up the pen to let her out into the garden. Five minutes is spent with a paw waving PON in my lap.
Bob joins me on an early morning errands trip. The family fellow is hurried past the little garden store before he decides to christen anything.
He is greeted warmly in the cheese shop. The young lady behind the counter has taken to calling him '' Bobby " or ' Bawbeee ' as it emerges in French. He has a little Blue de Chevre. So does his master. We buy a portion for lunch together with some Brie de Melun.
A more difficult choice at the fancy bakers. Bob waits outside. The bakers daughter goes out and chats with him while I decide on what to buy.
It goes without saying that Bob gets given some slivers of baguette.
The blue skies have gone. Replaced by clouds and drizzle. It was in the 70's at the start of the week and is forecast to fall into the mid-40's on Tuesday. Our first frosts of the winter on Thursday. We stop and stare at the donkeys in the field by the crossroads. The donkeys stare back. All is well with the world.
With the advent of colder weather Sophie moves from the garden to the library. She and her owners will be glad when this protracted period of being housebound is over. Thank heavens she has no idea that the second leg has yet to be operated on. Some may view this worry about a dog as ' emotion in excess of its object ' but that's a dog owners right .... it comes with the territory.