Another meeting to discuss the fate of the village church. Wilf on his very best ' visitors pour moi ? ' behaviour. He greets everyone at the front gate before leading them across the courtyard and into the house. The mayor, the little lady in the purple hat, the deputy mayoress and various feuding villagers all given a peremptory once over with a large black nose. Satisfied that biscuits are in short supply the family fellow positions himself under the table and falls asleep. The reading of the minutes accompanied by soft canine snoring and the occasional passing of wind.After discussing the post-operative arthritis in his finger, the mayor reads out a quote he's received for restoring the paintings. A separate, larger, quote for making the building secure and water tight received in depressed silence. Taken together a not inconsiderable sum for a village with a population of 63. A lot of concerts will need to be organized if we're to weatherproof the steeple and get the clock working again. After two hours agreement reached on launching a centennial appeal to restore the Great War frescoes. A new committee to be formed. Progress of sorts.
So Wilf has become a 'sniffer dog'!
ReplyDeleteXXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
Love the topknot in the first picture.
I haven't passed wind while sleeping under a table in years. Ah, good times! :)
ReplyDeleteThe occasional passing of wind - you were referring to Wilf right or was he only responsible for the soft canine snoring?
ReplyDelete*Smiling* How I love your descriptions Angus. Hugs to Wilf.
ReplyDeleteHello sweet Wilfee, three days without posting to you ! Sorry about it, but too much work to take time to write. Nevertheless, i read Angus's blog to have good news for you.
ReplyDeleteWilf's anniversary at the end of the month ? ah ah, surely a biiiiig croissant or some Font's cake for you dear.
Have a beautiful day sweet boy. Cuddles to you and amitiés to Angus and the Font.
Silent but deadly or merely mild??
ReplyDeleteSo, was Wilf okay with being blamed by the passing of wind, or was he too busy dreaming of Kelly?
ReplyDeleteI see many more entertaining meetings in the future if this is like the last big concert undertaking! Better stock up on the spirits, M'Ongoose!
I used to take my Lab to work with me, and he'd do the same thing during meetings - sleep under the table while snoring and making horrendous scents. He once ended a meeting due to the smell. It was funny (especially since I don't love meetings).
ReplyDeletesomeone's been having too much beans perhaps *lol*
ReplyDeletePerhaps it is Marshmallow Fluff!
ReplyDeleteShame on you Angus for blaming it on poor Wilf. Great Polar Bears do not pass gas. It was most likely that purple hat.
ReplyDeleteMy Songwriter will happily do a concert for nothing save plane fare. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd Edward is asleep under my table this very moment, although the winds are still.
Wilfie, you are not only a Romeo, but a gentledog. I picture in my mind how you walk every visitor to the house.
ReplyDeleteWishing you sweet serene days love from Southern Italy Susanne, Daisy and a trotty Foxiie
So, this passing of wind? From Wilf or the villagers? Enquiring minds really don't need to know but are curious! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a good boy to greet one and all! Perhaps Wilf could sit on the newly formed committee? He may have something clever to add....
Keep going Wilf, handsome boy!
With love your Canadian pals (who are now under a blizzard watch *sigh*),
Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker
Mornin' Vilfee!
ReplyDeleteWilf's digestive system is working. What's wrong with that?
ReplyDeleteThose Germans of considerable means that bought the castle/chateau. They should be able to take care of the waterproofing, yes?
The dog is always blamed, maybe it was the mayor? ;)
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
Wilf has the right idea....:)
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