Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Digby pondering the enormity of the world
The poor hotel and restaurant owners in the area are licking their wounds after a miserable Easter. If the recession wasn't exreting a bad enoughinfluence on bookings, the big earthquake in Abruzzo on the Monday before the holiday led to a spate of last minute cancellations - for most of the hotels here occupancy levels were down 20% from the levels seen last year.Everyone in the village bar is still hopeful that there will be a rush of foreign bookings for the summer . I'm gently trying to steel anyone that asks me to the fact that the Brits and Americans are suffering a weak economy and are less likely to travel than before.
Wilf has recovered his sense of adventure and went on a long walk on his own through the fields this morning. Last week he studiously made sure he was always within sight of us, but this morning he charged after the sparrows and blackbirds as contentedly and as carefree as if he was a puppy. He has a sore back leg so we think one of the burglars had probably given him a hefty kick. We've put him on glucosamine and he's definitely improving.Digby, the little one, has discovered the sand pit in the courtyard and is lying basking in the sun as I write.
2004 - We sell the farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. 2 lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs - Wilf and Digby - our patient and comical companions. After a year in Provence we head to Italy to restore a hilltop Roman watchtower . Following an unpleasant 'housejacking' in late 2009 we set off for new adventures in South West Franceto get to grips with a large and exceedingly rickety old farmhouse. Empty nesters 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. Bob and Sophie joined us in 2013. Bob passed on in 2019. Sophie enjoyed the fresh air in Scotland after we returned in late 2022 but ran ahead in the summer of 23. 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.
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