Friday, May 8, 2020
A hearty morning greeting from Sophie who has accompanied her master across country to the Holy Well. The farmer has cut the grass along the path so our progress was easy and , by the measure of PON owners, fast. A pair of ground hopping finches attracted a stentorian glare from Sophie but apart from that our journey was uneventful.
It is the May 8th holiday. The mayor has borrowed the step ladders to put up the flags on the war memorial. I reassure him that they've been hung out straight. He treads in the pot of anemones as he clambers down. The village which has been quiet during lockdown is now in a place beyond quiet. An eerie lockdown deserted silence. Where can all the inhabitants be ? What can they be doing ? What happens to people in a French village is one of those universal mysteries.
Time for Sophie to have a grooming. I tell her she's looking wild and wooly. She tries to give me a full on lick so she's presumably taken this as a compliment.
The sight of the brush and comb makes her turn on her back and play dead. Why make grooming any easier ?
After an eternity of cajoling, ear scrunches and tummy tickles interspersed with the distribution of 'cookie portions' Sophie emerges fully groomed . A cynic might wonder if the investment of so much time and effort has actually generated any change in her appearance.
3 minutes of fun : https://youtu.be/g1vYsHO6tsU
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