Two lucky dogs.

Last month two sweet affectionate young dogs came to the gate. Bob and Sophie, who are noisily ( if ineffectually ) territorial, were uncharacteristically welcoming. Sophie in particular was keen to play with them. We thought they were dogs that belonged to one of the plumbers 'lads'. They arrived at the gate when the plumbers arrived and disappeared when the plumbers left twenty minutes later.



During our get together on Saturday evening The Old Farmer brought out some Polaroid pictures of the same dogs. It seems that they are two young sisters of about eight weeks old. By happenstance they were found sitting in the middle of the road by one of the farmers in the valley. No collars. No chips. Someone drove into the village and abandoned them. The farmer who found them has taken them in. They sleep in the warm barn with the other farm dogs, have had a thorough check up at the vets and are being well looked after. The farmer hopes to find a home for them. If not they'll act as back up to his existing dogs. 

It never entered our heads that dogs could be abandoned in this way. The fact they weren't run over, were found and are now safe and well is in its way a small canine Christmas miracle. The way The Old Farmer carries around photos of them to show to potential owners is somehow touching in a French village way .



This is happy music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RD6khYNpnS4

And something for Brussel Sprout lovers to chew on : https://theconversation.com/a-scientific-defence-of-the-brussels-sprout-89392