Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Papilotte de Cabillaud aux Carottes et Huile de Tandoori for lunch . Wilf gets some cod crumbled over his kibbles . He carries on licking his bowl enthusiastically long after any trace of the fish has gone. For dinner , Roti de Veau de Lait a la Sauge et Aux Legumes Anciens . Same routine . After the last morsel of veal has been digested he's still nose down looking for more . Hope in action .The nose licking and langourous sighing indicate that both were well received .
Afternoon walk in the sunshine . I whistle as I walk . This enables Wilf to hear where I am and follow along behind . If he's unsure, he stops , still as a rock , and waits until I go back for him . His confident adjustment to blindness a reminder of how resilient dogs are . When we get onto the straight , familiar, track of the old roman road he races ahead .
On our way home we stop off at the new bakers for some mille feuilles. Absolutely delicious. The pastry crisp, the icing firm, the custard smooth. Others must agree. They've sold out . While I shop Wilf sits in the back of the car with the tailgate up. Time for old tired bones to soak up a few rays. ' Only he that has travelled the road knows where the holes are deep '.