Thursday, June 14, 2018
The dog saint.
Our first rain free morning in what seems like forever.
The village green is usually parched by this time of the year but after a month of storms the grass is Irish green and the tamarisk shrubs sparkling with dew.
This morning Sophie walks off the lead. Bob is on it.
The wild boar aren't far away. The ground has been pawed over. Sophie has enough sense to recognize and avoid danger. Bob doesn't. This is why he's shackled. Not that he's bothered. He's out on an adventure with his flock. He trots ahead happily with a spring in his step. Donkeys, cows and goats are all inspected. The three of us sit on the concrete storm drain and put the world to rights.
As we head back home along the lane we meet two couples from Lyon heading in the other direction. They're wearing those clear plastic rain capes. One of them greets Bob. ''Bonjour Guinefort". A name I'd not heard before. It seems that Guinefort is the name of a Lyonnais Saint. A dog wrongfully killed for the death of a baby he had really been trying to save. St.Guinefort is an old assertion of the special links between shepherds and dogs - something readers of this blog will understand and others won't. This piece of information about a dog Saint is somehow both touching and unexpected. I'd never heard of an animal being so honoured.
'The Font' , remembering the family divas devouring of an entire caulflower and a half kilo of broccoli, volunteers that Sophie is a most unlikely candidate for sainthood. Courtesy of Google here's the full story :http://mentalfloss.com/article/91855/st-guinefort-dog-venerated-saint
This says a lot about life : https://twitter.com/invisibleman_17/status/1006781780060405760