Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Digby pauses on his 6.00 am walk
The builders have shown up again - on a Saturday! At this rate of progress the new paving around the house may be laid by the start of summer and the gardens may stop looking like a battlefield. The boyz are much improved in spirit after last weeks scare and are back to spending their days contentedly irritating the builders. There is nothing that the workmen do that is not of immediate and compelling interest to the boyz - particularly is it involves digging up earth or shovelling sand. Wilf has now settled down in the courtyard to observe what is going and will be there until he detects signs that it is their lunch break at which point he will leap into activity and do his ' I've never been fed in my life' begging routine.The police came again last night and stayed for three hours - we were exhausted when they left at ten.Interestingly, if you are attacked by men wearing masks you are likely to forget the attack much more quickly than you would if you had seen their faces.
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.