A Patch Unparalleled

Let me tell you about my summer holidays. They arrived just after Auntie Annie had, and on an exciting Sunday morning, we headed south to a patch of paradise; the lovely Dordogne. I was soooo excited. After driving for about five weeks - Auntie Annie talked about ' a day and a half' but I am sure it was a lot longer than that, we arrived at our destination a farmhouse in a village so small that my Mum reckons it can only lay claim to the name as it has a Mairie open on alternate Wednesdays between 3 and 4:30pm.

Our hosts had ever so kindly provided several chickens for me to chase, and so the minute I was bundled out of the car upon our arrival I was OFF down the country road after those delightfully squawking flapping birds. Mum seemed a bit embarrassed by my efforts to bring some excitement not to mention a good cardio-vascular workout into these birds' dull lives, and scooped me up under her arm on several occasions, apologising red-faced to our hosts, who were quite affable about it, understanding no doubt my efforts in the chickens' favour.
Well I can't continue further without mentioning the excellent dining to be had in this most truly civilised corner of the earth. One evening, as you see, I graciously invited my rather presumptious neighbour to dinner and we dined in style in our private courtyard by the farmhouse. He'd been hinting for an invite since early morning when he first climbed in our kitchen window; honestly, where was his manners; he could have at least used the door but what can you expect from such a youngster. Service was a bit slow as you can see- they only have two legs bless ' em!

The Girls are Back in Town

I have had a truly stupendous holiday with Mum and Auntie Annie. I'm feeling all relaxed, rested, unrushed, and lazy, all stretched out limbs and soulful eyes - ah it feels good.

I'm all keen to get those paws back to blogging the latest though. Think I'll start ......tomorrow....

Interesting Cities Beginning with "H"

" I'll keep a look out for her from up here Mum!""

Interesting Cities Beginning with "H"

Auntie Annie is on her way from Hobart, Hong Kong and Helsinki. And in Hampshire, Hurricanes Hardly Hever Happen. Breathy Audrey Hepburnisms aside, it does seem that Auntie Annie has a fondness for interesting cities beginning with the letter H. I am sure that she will like Paris However and we are Hurrying to the Hairport Hysterically Happily on Friday Hafternoon to greet Her. And we can't wait. To be Honest with you it's such a while since I've seen my Harntie Hannie that I'm wondering if I shall recognise her? No of course I shall. She will be the one smelling of Hong Kong and Helsinki with maybe just a vague hint of Hobart still lingering about her! As you know we doggies 'view' the world through our noses!

But talking of smells, I fear that I can feel a bath coming on. About once a month Mum gets that look in her eye, and I hear her purposefully retreat into the bathroom, cupboards opening, water running, lids being screwed off bottles.... in short a bath is being prepared for me. Arghh. I generally hide under the sofa as long as possible and if she does manage to get to me, and I am bathed malgré moi, then I hasten straight for the dusty, dirty underside of our garden terrace, where I can roll away the cleanness (ugh) and the shampoo smells (yuk). I'll emerge all dusty and pleased with myself, ready to greet Harntie Hannie on Friday!