Across country to the Holy Well and the Holy Oak. Sophie occupies herself by chasing field mice, ineptly, among the sunflowers.
The motorway en route to the cafe busy with Parisians who are eight or nine hours into their drive south.
Our croissant this morning 7/10. In Britain it would be considered 'good'. Here it's on the right side of mediocre. Sophie shrieks at some sparrows that get audaciously close to her croissant end. The female PON shriek is a truly wondrous thing - in a concrete shredding way. It comes from nowhere and goes as quickly. It cannot be mistaken for a bark. More a ' This is my space. You are not invited ' sound that carries to the farthest ends of the universe.
The cake display which is unadventurous even by the standards of the British high street. The raspberries have that ' We lived to fight another day' look to them.
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I know that shriek. I don't remember my other dogs (a dachshund and a Jack Russell) having quite the same expressive range that Cherry does. She has an announcement bark, which is unthreatening but quite loud and is used when she wants to alert people to her comings and goings - "look, everyone at the vet's office, I'm going home!" or "look, everyone in the lobby of the building where I live, I'm home!" - and then there's the "Oh my heavens, someone is vacuuming outside our door!" or "Yikes, it's the delivery man!" bark, which is a much more serious matter. And so on and so on. I won't even argue about the desserts today, although my son would certainly argue for that creation on the right, which seems to be a puff with chestnut cream?
Hari OM
hmmmm, for once, I may have to agree with Angus vis-a-vis the cake counter. YAM xx
The disc shaped one on the right is the sort of cake I'd go for happily after a long bike ride.
Bertie's voice range probably doesn't rival that of a PON. There's the excited/insistent high pitched bark, the low pitched growl at dogs he thinks are getting too close, and a slightly higher pitched growl for when I'm towelling down his paws. I always hoped his bark would become deeper and, frankly, less ear piecing, as he aged, but that hasn't happened yet...
Today's offerings of cakes will certainly help the diet - I don't feel at all tempted!
Inca (the Lab.) has a remarkably deep, very unladylike bark, which always makes me jump when she uses it! Not that she's given to a great deal of barking, thank goodness. She sometimes barks at nothing (or nothing I can see or hear) but apart from that she's reasonably silent - well, unless you snore, you are when you're asleep aren't you!
We often envy dog owners who have sensible , predictable, breeds. Despite having taken every effort to make sure Sophie is a well rounded canine companion she remains ' unfathomable ' with regard to certain people and certain situations. These unfathomable moments have nothing in common and are therefore impossible to prepare for.
Such delightful pictures of Sophie: first, bouncing along with the sunflowers and village in the background and second, appearing to stop and read the sign with those beautifully lit sunflowers on the slope behind. Unadventurous pastries perhaps but they would receive warm welcome here.
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