Last night Wilf got a grooming - the first since the 'incident'. With his hair combed out and free of mud and burrs he seems to have increased in size and now looks ever more like a small polar bear than a dog. Post grooming he retired with a friend and fell into a deep, deep healing sleep.
Today marks the start of carnival season so tomorrow there will be photos of Loic, the gardener, driving his antique tractor at the head of the village parade. I have no idea what to expect.