Thursday, October 27, 2011
A Wednesday in France Profonde . Madame Bay is hoovering the upstairs kitchen , Aude the bipolar decaratrice is busy at work replastering the guest bedroom , ' the font ' is at the front gate listening to the mayor explain his plans to instal four new street lights , the tree surgeon is felling what remains of the diseased oak tree and Angus is in the office calling the insurance company ; again . Wilf is very sensibly asleep in the downstairs hallway .
It is clear that Madame Bay is taken with the tree surgeon . Between nine and eleven , no less than three cups of coffee are made and then carried across the courtyard to him . Our saintly septuagenarian manages to spend much of her morning standing , arms folded, chiffon turban blowing in the breeze, watching '' ce jeune homme bien dans sa peau " cavorting in his oak canopy . For my benefit ' the font ' translates this little nugget of wisdom as " he's fit " .
In the afternoon Aude brings Wilf an oat biscuit , baked especially for him , by the womens cooperative . He takes it , eats it carefully, makes sure there are no crumbs left , beams , turns on his back and falls asleep. The stressed daily routine of a family dog .
Posted by Angus at Thursday, October 27, 2011
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It IS quite stressful, worrying that you might have wasted the tiniest wee morsel of a treat. You humans just don't understand these things.ReplyDelete
Awwww, they baked it especially for him? How sweet.ReplyDelete
Good luck with the insurance.
XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
Baked especially for him by the women's commitee -love that. Well, there are more and more people falling in love with the polar bear - love Susanne, Daisy and FoxiieReplyDelete
Photo of the tree surgeon pleaseReplyDelete
Madame Bay seems to fall so easily! I recall several young fellows who have stricken her fancy over the years.ReplyDelete
To be a dog and have people baking desserts just for me! Wilf lives the best of lives, a little King in the corner of France!
Madame Bay must have been truly dangerous to all members of the opposite sex twenty or thirty years ago!ReplyDelete
I love that the women's committee baked something especially for Wilf. It seems that all of you have found a true home and Wilf is so happy in it.
Lucky boy to have a biscuit baked just for him! Twill be sweet dreams after that! Keep on going Wilf, darling boy!ReplyDelete
With love from your foggy Canadian pals,
Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker
my gosh... ditto to all the above comments!ReplyDelete
i'm late in the game today. and my morning doesn't start til i see my wee polar bear, so you can imagine what kind of day it's been!
hugs to the little king in the corner of france.
What a special treat for sweet Wilf, he deserves nothing less than to be spoiled by anyone who knows him. :)ReplyDelete
Woofs and Licks,