I do love my dog. She came to live with us last September after she had been languishing six months in a Dog Rescue Centre. We were told that she had been left there when her original owner became ill. She had not been ill-treated in any way and I am sure she likes living with us and loves both me and Mike. She is full of joy to see us again if we have to go out without her. But there are times when she becomes rather dignified and remote. For example, she doesn’t like my singing to her. I have not got an untuneful voice and I have always sung to my dogs. But when I try to serenade Dolly with “Lily of Laguna” or “If you were the only girl in the world” she looks away as if we had never met. She seems to be telling me that she is a respectable French dog and above such foolishness. I will remind her of this next time I see her rolling in a field and waving all four legs in the air.
Yesterday was International Women’s Day and NEDWA (North East Dordogne Women’s Association) were organising an afternoon tea at Angela Martyn’s house in La Bachellerie. There was also going to be a talk by a gynaecologist which I was dubious about. Most of the members of NEDWA are way past the age of gynaecological treatment.
NEDWA is
open to all nationalities but we are mainly English speaking. We were asked to bring cakes. I contributed a plate of fruit. Cakes aren’t a good idea for me at the
moment – more of me came back from South Africa than went.
It turned
out to be a really pleasant afternoon. Over twenty of us arrived. Everyone was friendly. Proper tea was served – cups and saucers jobby. The cake was plentiful and delicious. (I ate a piece and a half). Good time all round.
The gynaecologist, Emmanual Lyckos, was fine. He had useful advice on
health and self examination. It's possible that quite a few of us subsequently
spent time at home lying flat on our backs, pinching and pressing our breasts. Maybe that's what my superior French dog is doing when she appears to be rolling in the field.
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