Dangle.

Daybreak. We've already had two walks but the vision of loveliness follows me round the house as I open the shutters. She makes it clear another walk would be appreciated. Failing that why don't we head off to the bakers for a croissant ?. 

Sophie has had a fur trim. A good inch and a half came of the ears and chest. Despite the haircut there is still a couple of inches of fur left to keep my companion warm through even the fiercest of French winters. How can her fur grow so quickly and thickly ?  Her fur is still long enough to drag in leaves and twigs whenever she comes into the house.

We head off in the dog car to the river. It's sunny up here on the ridge but 200 metres lower by the water there's a thick fog. My companion is oblivious to the  cold and damp and heads off in pursuit of a duck. There is much howling but the duck remains unconcerned.

By the end of our walk Sophie has developed her rescue dog look. Any semblance of ever having been groomed has gone. One good thing; following her trim neither ear nor tummy fur dangle in the water. 

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Lucky, or unlucky, dog ? :https://www.npr.org/2021/11/18/1056805293/dog-miami-mansion-madonna-real-estate