The horde of teutonic motorcyclists have gone and the little market town has settled back into its sleepy ways . Wilf was lifted down from the back of the car and ambled slowly across the cobbles , settling down with a contented sigh under his usual table . The pleasures of restored routine . He must be happy . This morning he made a particularly loud lip smacking noise as each of the croissant ends was devoured . As a treat he also got the crusty flap from the top of the croissant . As any PON will tell you , that's the best part .
On the way home a quick detour to the supermarket . A huge pan of moules marinieres bubbling away in the deli section. An unappetising sight at seven thirty in the morning . Equally unappetising the sight of white wine being sold in blue glass bottles . The first time I've ever seen such a thing . A marketing gimmick too far . Queasy , the word that springs to mind . Two lovely old olive trees for sale by the cash desks . I consider buying them but decide that life under the neon lights can't have been good for their health . The olive harvest the one thing that we both miss about life in Italy .
Wilfs spending his days asleep . Deep , long , uninterrupted and uniterruptible sleep . Strange , you spend your life expecting your dog to be there walking alongside you . Now we've reached that part of the journey where the roles are reversed . It's Wilfs turn to expect us to be walking beside him . That old PON mantra " Keep your fears to yourself , but share your courage with others " .
Well, if nothing else, at least you know Wilf is well rested!ReplyDelete
Wilf seems better, calmer. Of course who wouldn't, what with the 3 best parts of the croissant coming his way...ReplyDelete
The olive trees are beautiful.
Sweet dreams Wilf!! Enjoy those croissants and all the love sent your way. Ina in AlaskaReplyDelete
Croissants still thrill him to bits :) That would be still enjoying life to the fullest!ReplyDelete
Our love to you dear fluffy.
Wilfy, I bow to your superior knowledge in the matter of which bits of croissant are best, but I have to tell ypu Gail does not agree with Angus about the moules looking unappetizing (and it's 7:30 in the morning here).ReplyDelete
While asleep Wilf probably dreams of all the happy times he has had. Keep soldiering on Wilf.ReplyDelete
Wilf, we hope you get to enjoy some more croissant mornings like that.ReplyDelete
best wishes from
Clive and Murray
What ever happened to Blue Nun wine?ReplyDelete
Wilf seems to be enjoying himself.
XXXOOO Daisy, kendra & Bella
Another "gem" from Wilf's mind into your blog. Angus, thank you so very much for sharing Wise Wilf's journey with us. He varies between a comedian and a wise old sage, and the personality change makes me love the old guy even more. Hugs to all.ReplyDelete
Perhaps Wilf could give Lilac some lessons in sleeping! Gah! We're up every two hours at night with her.ReplyDelete
Blue wine bottles are bad? Who knew?
I'd be happy to share that croissant, too!
his beloved font and buddy are both home...the best part of the croissant ...dreams of chasing (and maybe catching that lizard)... love for that little pon from all around the world ...ReplyDelete
life is good.
Our staff is following the mantra; not showing outwardly how worried we are about our senior dog. Wilf's wisdom is appreciated. Maybe some croissants are in order here?ReplyDelete
Just fell in love with Barney - a Westie - English resident on Ischia - had an unusual haircut - more Wilf-Style... The Polar bear is still with us - I love you Wilf - keep strong - so many more croissants coming your way....ReplyDelete
Hugs from all of us Susanne Daisy and Foxiie
The olive trees are lovely! Just beautiful! They have been under fluorescent lighting under which many types of plants are grown. And there are two! One for Digby and one for Wilf! The olive, a symbol of peace and healing.ReplyDelete
By looking at Wilf, we can see a picture of our own old age and infirmity. Hope we have someone to love us as much.
Wow olive trees for sale in a store like this amazing and such lovely old trees too. Those clam things there cooking not good. Yes blue bottle pretty but with wine, odd.ReplyDelete
"If one of the bottles should happen to fall, then sixteen blue bottles sitting on the shelf..."ReplyDelete
Woofs to Wilfee!!!
Jake and Just Harry
Angus, I think that you are about in the same place in your journey with Wilf, that I am with Hamlet--We are both savoring each minute, feeling warmth in our hearts when they do something they haven't in awhile, and being thankful that we have one more day together.ReplyDelete
Dreaming of those delicious croissants, I should imagine.ReplyDelete
x (for Wilf!)
oh, wilf, you hit the jackpot with the extra croissant helping. :)ReplyDelete
it seems a little strange that they are selling those large olive trees right in the supermarket like that. they sure are pretty, though.
the booker man and asa's mama
The last paragraph brought tears to my eyes, happy and sad ones.ReplyDelete
Hugs for Wilf.
Blessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
This is, indeed, one of the most amazing and wonderful blogs written today. Thank you, Angus. The wisdom and tenderness shown here fill my heart with joy and my eyes with tears. I pray for added strength for all of you each and every day. Dearest Wilf, an angel among us.ReplyDelete
Encore un jour ... May they last as long as possible, sweet Wilf. Glad you got the good vet - and her direct cell number. Don't hesitate to use it as intended. Wilf deserves to be spared any further contact with the nasty vet. So do Angus & the font. Gentle hugs for our gentle friend.ReplyDelete
Jed & Abby
Lovely post and very appropriate saying, too...ReplyDelete