Breakfast and once again Flea prompts another round of 'guess the breed' - a game that usually involves examination of the poor dog from every angle, a great deal of prodding and probing and finally the verdict, which can range from the more or less sane to the plain ridiculous. Flea has been described as everything from a doberman to a dachsund, but on occasion even a pure breed, to which I only reply with a smile, while thinking that given his provenance he probably isn't even pure canine. While on the subject of Flea, I should also mention that without any other siblings available, he seems to have adopted Nellie as his big sister or maybe even mentor, following her lead in just about everything she does. He lies at her feet, drinks when and where she drinks and eats when and where she eats (which includes large amounts of grass and lumps of carrots). In return, Nellie tolerates her new friend and only nudges him out of the way when he is lying on a choice piece of grass.
From Tallard we enjoy great walking on good paths, sometimes through awe-inspiring, vaguely unnerving mountains of shale that look as if a passing giant emptied the dust out of his pockets there, and then into Gap and all the traffic that any large town entails. Nellie is perfect, right up to the last turning where our hosts have found us a field of lush grass and a tree to tether her to. Life is good again, we have a soft bed to sleep in, a shower to shower in and our washing is dry. Mme. Chantal Henke, 3ème chemin de la Brèche 05000 - GAP 04 92 51 58 00 chantal.henke@laposte.net
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