Tagged: France

Joy

Joy. The word that sums up what Albert Claude brings to me. More importantly what I hope he feels every single day of his life. What he did not feel, I am sure, in...

Midsummer

It’s past midsummer, a time usually in south-west France when our walks would be at dawn, to be home before the heat rises. This year there is no rush for us to be out...

What we do is what we are doing

Late spring and we’re walking a familiar path with the dogs. The sun’s warm but a nippy wind keeps us from lingering. Albert Claude is hurtling along up ahead, nose to the ground. Hard...

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Angel the Nomad

Angel must have nomadic genes. She loves to travel. It would have been hell for her in the puppy farm just being confined, let alone all the other hideous aspects of that existence. She...

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Why New Is Good

When we adopted Susie-Belle it was all new, for her and us. She had no concept of what life with us would be like. Or indeed life anywhere beyond the safety of the rescue...

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National Best Friends Day

National Best Friends Day? Every day’s a hashtagged day it seems and some amuse and some are plain weird. Today I love that it’s #nationalbestfriendsday as we’re sharing this hot Wednesday in France with...

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The cherry on the cake

It’s been a good week in France, which is where we are now for the summer. The dogs love their days here as a) they have our company for most of each day, being...

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Scrambling up, staggering down

Where we decided to camp in the Cevennes we were up in the mountains. The campsite was 900m altitude, high for us, nothing I know for some mountain ranges. With neither of us being...