Three in the morning. Pit stop time. For the last hundred days , without any problems, Wilf has followed me out of the dressing room, down the stairs and out into the garden. Not last night. Somehow, the old fellow made a wrong turn and found himself alone in the empty morning room. There he was , head down, circling round and round and round, looking for a way out. A reminder that there is no such thing as an established routine with a blind dog. They are totally reliant on you no matter how often they've done something.
The builders inserted a window into the attic roof and removed the panelling from the old staircase. They've agreed to build the replacement in their workshops and slip it into place at the end of next week. This way the upset to Wilfs routine will be reduced to a minimum.
Last night shouting and angry words carried from across the village green. A long distance truck driver had chosen to ' park up ' for the night on the tarmac outside the church. He must have reckoned that no one in such an out of the way and apparently uninhabited place would object. Unfortunately, he chose the night when Madame Bay and the ladies of the ' Beautiful Byeways' Committee were holding a cooking evening. Poor man ! Amid much banging on the cab door he was set upon by a dozen apron wearing harridans. The invective ! With much swearing, revving of engine and crashing of gears he drove off. ' The font ' thinks the man got off lightly . He might have been invited into the Salle de Fetes to try the goats cheese, mushroom and anchovy quiche.
Madame Bay has appeared at the kitchen door bright and early . Our saintly septaguenarian is clearly still battle ready. She is wearing a black motor cycle jacket, black leggings, and open toed gold lame sandals. A bit like Olivia Newton John in Grease. There, however, any other similarities with Ms. John , end.
Off to the vets later today. The family fellow hates going and it's been 3 months since we've taken him into the surgery. The whites of his eyes are now red and inflamed. We're hoping its not Lens-Induced Uveitis. Thankfully, the gentle head of practice will be seeing him. Our responsibility as owners clear. No pain.
Has Madame Bay thought about doing a tv series? :). I'd watch it!ReplyDelete
Ah, Angus, LOL...ReplyDelete
I love to hear about that Madame Bay I have never met anyone like her.ReplyDelete
Best of luck at the vets Wilfy.ReplyDelete
Thinking of you today......ReplyDelete
x (for Wilf!)
Hurrah for the Beautiful Byewomen!ReplyDelete
Thankfully Wilf can count on loving, gentle dignity all around and promises that will be kept.DBHReplyDelete
We're Madame Bay fans, too.ReplyDelete
So glad Wilf didn't have to see the nasty vet from Paris.
XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
sending good thoughts from Sandy Eggo...an extra treat after the vet will do Wilfie some goodReplyDelete
wags, wiggles & slobbers
I'm wondering if Madame Bay realized that the truck could have rolled over her car with no effort...ReplyDelete
I'll be thinking of Wilf today and hoping all has gone well.
Actually, goats cheese, mushroom and anchovy tart sounds rather tasty - I'm sure Wilf would have liked it !!ReplyDelete
Mme Bay is a star. Just the sort of broomed crusader to deal with thoughtless lorry drivers !!
Thinking of all of you today and hopeful for good news at the vet. :)ReplyDelete
Blessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
PS Madame Bay rocks!
Best of wishes for the Vet visit today.ReplyDelete
And thanks for the virtual photo of Madame Bay - it'll give me a good snicker today.
The truck driver's stay in your town may have been brief but no doubt, it's one he'll never forget! The attic room looks lovely--may Petey and I move in? Good luck at the vet today. Yesterday Petey dragged me into our vet insisting on a cookie.ReplyDelete
We are praying that you receive good news from the vet today. Can it really be three months since Wilf has seen the vet? You and the font have done just an outstanding job of managing his care. God bless you.ReplyDelete
We're thinking of you and hoping the vet visit goes well.ReplyDelete
Woofs to dear Wilf!
I'll be thinking of you and Wilf today!ReplyDelete
I can just picture the scene as that truck driver was set upon by the angry church ladies! Oh my! Madame Bay in a motorcycle jacket? Do you need therapy after that sight?
Edward and I send our love to WIlf and we hope all goes well at the vets.ReplyDelete
A splash in the stream later?
Madame Bay and the French Grease version of the Pink Ladies indeed let Mr. Giant Truck Driver off very easy! Great post, lots to visualize. Seems like construction is well underway.ReplyDelete
I am very used to those dead of night pit stops. Our elderly Grande Dame Halle has those comings and "goings" as well. Small price to pay for the love of a good dog. Hoping all goes well for Wilf - glad the kind doc will preside over today's care. Happy weekend to you all.
Paws crossed for you at the vets today, Wilf.ReplyDelete
What a colorful gal, your Madame Bay :)
Wyatt and Stanzie
I am sending positive thoughts to you, the font and Wilf today!ReplyDelete
Hope the visit to the vet don't give bad news.ReplyDelete
All my thoughts are with you three.
Bisous sweet Wilfee. Amitiés Angus.
You'll all be in our thoughts ... as you often are.ReplyDelete
Jake and Fergi
Ah Wilf, getting older never gets easier, does it? Hope the vet's visit went well today and stay close to your guides! Keep going lovely boy...ReplyDelete
With love from your (snowy, *sigh*) Canadian pals,
Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker
That picture of Wilf in the back of the car put into perspective how small he is! I have a West Highland White Terrier, and was thinking Wilf was quite a bit larger than him. Perhaps not? I have fallen madly in love with the PON breed, and am wondering if my little pup wouldn't like a brother like Wilf or Digby. I believe he would :)ReplyDelete
I'm saying a prayer that today's visit to the surgery revealed that Wilf has many more days with us...
¿Si supieras, mi perro, qué triste está tu dios, porque te has muerto?ReplyDelete
Madame Bay is an amazing character. Did she choose the recipe for last night? Eating that would have been the best punishment for the truck driver.ReplyDelete
I'm thinking of Wilf. I hope that the kind vet can make his eyes feel better.
Wilf: here's hoping your trip to the vet went well. I get to visit my favorite dr vet in the am. Mom thinks it's strange that I peed 7 times in 3&1/2 hr. When a boy has to pee, a boy has to pee !!ReplyDelete
Madame Bay dressed like Olivia Newton John? Gosh, what I'd give to see a picture (hint)
Angus, time to put some little bells on your slippers so Wilf knows where you are when he's following you out for those middle of the night pit stops. Or perhaps a pungent cheese in your pocket? We'd go with the bells.ReplyDelete
Paws crossed for as good a report as possible from the vet. Hope they can relieve the inflammation in his eyes.
So glad the woodworkers are willing to be accommodating where Wilf's needs are concerned.
Jed & Abby
That makes me sad to think of Wilf being lost and confused.ReplyDelete
After reading your last post, I was wondering what you'd do once you got the house all fixed up and didn't have workmen over there all the time. And then after reading this post, I realized there's always something going on there - whether it's at your house or something going on in town.