It's getting lighter in the mornings. At seven thirty the dawn is wrapping itself round the merest hint of a crescent moon. Something untameably optimistic about this time of the year. Spring is whispering its arrival. This is an early rising dog owners secret.
Bob watches the six donkeys. Further along the lane the family fellow jumps out of his skin when he looks up and sees the two horses by the crossroads. This happens nearly every morning when he passes the horses. Bobs mind tends to wander. Today he and his sister find some wild boar droppings, These are rolled in and in Sophie's case, eaten. Angus informs his shaggy companions that they are a walking advert for cat ownership.
The angelic duo return home to explore the barn for threats.
Mid-morning Bob arrives to tell me he's happy. He is wearing his patented ' I is an happy ' face. He places a front paw on my foot to add conviction to his story.
So passes a day in which absolutely nothing happens in the village. For the PONs it has undoubtedly been the best day ever. Its not every day you get to roll in wild boar droppings.
Food rules for France. Angus breaks the one about bacon and croissants : https://www.thelocal.fr/20171221/the-many-many-ways-to-commit-food-sacrilege-in-france
9 comments:
Whatever else you could call Sophie, Gastrognome is not an accolade attributable to her!
Love the picture of the trusting 'paw on foot' gesture.
That is face of happiness. Miss Pops shows me her happiness by calling out to me after I have dried my hair in the morning. This then requires me to climb back into bed so that she can climb on my leg and purr and snooze for 10 minutes. So now I have to get up 2 hours before work to give her time to snuggle.
Julie
Like having small children, except for the boar poop. Well, they'd probably eat it if given the chance. The main difference is that PONS remain PONs whereas children morph into surly teens.
Before coming to France, my favorite dish at a resto in my hometown was an enormous croissant, cut in half and stuffed with shrimp salad. At the time it seemed like the peak of chic.
Perhaps some resort SPA will add rolling in boar droppings to its list of treatments.
Boar droppings - what a treat - the very best day of best days ever ! No wonder Bob looks so happy.
Hari OM
wonder if there could be a case brought against Angus for causing choking due to one-liners? Eating elevenses and reading about adverts for cat ownerhsip are a hazardous combination! YAM xx
Can't help but feel happier just looking at that face.
x
At my horses’ stable there are 3 rescue dogs. One of the dogs has an allergy to something that makes his coat itchy. More than once I’ve seen him enter a horses’ paddock and somehow communicate what he wants. The horse stops eating, walks over and grooms Dexters coat along the top of his back. Animals are amazing.
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