Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Digby on guard for lizards
The sound of constant rustling in the grass is a reminder that were are about to see the onset of much warmer weather - it's springtime and the sun has brought out the lizards from their winter hibernation. The big ones grow to about three inches long and the little ones can be seen falling over each other as they play in the sunshine. For the boyz the arrival of the lizards is a top canine challenge and they are for ever charging off in pursuit of the little green critters. There is no chance whatsoever that either Wilf or Digby would get within a hundred yards of a lizard - their excited yelping and thunderous approach would gave ample warning to even the deafest reptile - but their antics provide constant amusement as they charge around in a vain attempt to find out what has invaded their terrain. One thing about dogs - it is like living with clowns - you will always have a smile on your face .No sign of the builders.
2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.