After a week of fog this morning dawns bright and fair. A perfect day for strolling by the river. Sophie has a long leisurely drink and chases things only she can see. There is a log in the water which Sophie discover she can push with her nose. What fun !
A young and very boisterous Golden Retriever is also out for a walk. He bounds over to see Sophie. She doesn't so much give him the cold shoulder as ignores him completely. He finally wanders off but casts wistful glances back towards this long haired 'vision of loveliness' that's standing with two paws in the water.
'The Font' joins us for a trip to the good bakers . This mornings offering given 8.6/10. The council refuse collectors greet Sophie as we arrive. One unusual thing about PON ownership is that complete strangers get to know your PONs names while remaining indifferent to, or ignorant of, yours.
On our way back into the village we drive by the war memorial. The flags from the November 11th ceremony are still up. Will they still be out in December or will the new mayor bring them in ? I'm betting they'll stay up until the end of the month when the Minister of the Interior comes to the village to present the old mayor with his medal.
Yet another new hotel. This time in London :https://www.beaverbrooktownhouse.co.uk/
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So interesting that the pandemic does not seem to have deterred folk from investing in hospitality businesses. From fancy London hotels to elevenses options for Aberdeenshire cyclists, it seems new places are springing up all over the UK!
I think the issue of strangers knowing the dog's name but not the human's is common to all breeds.
The Lady of the Lake is perhaps my favorite Arthurian character - it makes perfect sense she would be a PON. I agree with Gail about people knowing our dogs' names before our own - this happened to us twice just yesterday. It actually happened only infrequently with Cherry, who was not very social with those outside a select chosen circle. On our side, it is easy to recall the Yellow Lab who came from Hawaii and has a particular fondness for poodles, but it is far harder for us to remember which of the many Shiba Inu Charlie counts as pals, let alone the many tiny red poodles. It is a fairly good bet he is not good friends with any of the Chihuahuas we encounter, although there are a few cherished exceptions to that rule.
Your hotel link was intriguing. I come from a part of the world where many buildings have the Beaver-brook name (New Brunswick, Canada) as Lord Beaverbrook grew up here, and it's interesting to see what the Beaverbrook descendants get up to in the UK--selling grand properties that can be made into hotels--as opposed to what they get up to in Canada--suing people over art collections.
When we lived on a sailboat in Sausalito, where we had a cardigan welsh corgi, everyone knew Charlie. Often, we humans often went by our boat's name ("Serenade" or, formerly, "Ariadne.") "Poppy" lived opposite us. Of course, we long-time residents knew each other's names. The insights into Beaverbrook are fascinating.
That name thing applies to cats too - Tigger is greeted warmly by name as we make our way to work...
What does it take to turn the pretty girls head? Other than a good croissant
When we first came here, I met many dog owning neighbours when walking Coppa, our second Lab., and for quite a while I was known as Mrs Coppa, and they were known to me by their dog's name!
Jaffa Cakes.
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