Saturday, November 26, 2011

A large pile of earth .




Thick Dickensian fog . The sort that drips like rain from the trees and eddies round the street lights . By the time we get to the ' big ' supermarket the visibility is finally starting to improve and an increasingly impatient Wilf is raring to go . Despite being blind and having only one functioning nostril there is nothing he enjoys more than a leisurely saunter across a car park. To humans just another parking lot. To an old dog a Bodleian Library of scents and impending adventures.

' The font ' shops while Wilf and yours truly slowly navigate our way past Renaults and Peugeots and Citroens . The old fellow carefully attends to all four tyres on a very large and very new silver Mercedes SUV .
The model of canine concentration . Contentment PON style .

Home to find that someone has unexpectedly dumped a large pile of earth on the pathway in front of the house . Have the gardeners returned ? Are they about to start filling in the holes ? Why In France does no one ever telephone to tell you what they plan to do ? Why do they never call to find out if you'll be at home ? The mysteries of living in another country . The family fellow finds the wet soil tantalizing . He is quickly escorted to the kitchen .

As Wilf might say : '' Never regret anything because at one time it was exactly what you wanted " .

15 comments:

  1. Maybe the erstwhile alpaca is under the mound?

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  2. Some of us need Wilf to teach us that you can have an adventure even in such unpromising territory as a foggy supermarket car park!

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  3. Another great new saying from Wilf, very handy for explaining some of my major mistakes of the past !!
    I hope your fog clears soon !!

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  4. Wilf on the rug - more teddybear than ever - love you - good taste he goes for the new Mercedes - I wonder (ponder) what he thinks and feels going around all theses car parks...
    Love from Southern Italy where nobody calls to tell you they are coming or not - waiting since yesterday for the plumber... Bacetti sul nasino del piccolo Wilf - Susanne, Daisy and ever suspicious Foxiie

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  5. Another day, another mystery. ;)
    Hugs for Wilf.

    Blessings and Love,
    Janelle, Maggie Mae and Max

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  6. I hope we find out the answer to the mystery of the dirt soon. It sounds like Wilf had a splendid day, even if he didn't get to play in the dirt. Perhaps aliens left it...

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  7. or... as in where i live... they just NEVER call back. ah well...
    i'm learning from wilfee and angus. don't let the little stuff put a damper on the big stuff.. like christening expensive cars and sharing croissants and strolling in the foggy foggy dew.
    i love you!
    tammy j

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  8. WIlf may christen the tyres of my Fiat anytime.

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  9. That is so strange about the workers there. Ask a seasoned local of they can explain it to you. I wrote done what the old Pon said at the bottom that is just so true!

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  10. May I say, though I certainly won't be the first, that Wilf is looking very handsome indeed? What a joyful little fellow.

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  11. I think Wilf is right. Now you just have to hope that you still feel that way about the dirt in February when it's still there untouched.

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  12. Good to catch up and find Wilf is still savoring life's little pleasures and surprises. At least the bedrooms are done for Christmas. Maybe it will snow and cover the unfinished landscaping with a festive, seasonal cheer.

    Jed & Abby

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  13. Always surprises...

    XXXOOO Daisy, kendra, Bella & Roxy

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  14. So many tyres , so little time to choose! A dog could dehydrate himself trying to keep up. Any time we hear Wilf is enjoying his day it makes our day so much happier.

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