Category Archives: Poodles
It’s been real….
I felt like I was Roger Hammerstein as I walked along the forest paths this morning. There was a bright golden haze on the meadow, and the cattle were standing like statues but unfortunately the corn wouldn’t reach up to … Continue reading
The Hound of the Daffodils….
Much as I dislike diminutives, I’m very fond of Trigger and Gypsy. The two eponymous poodles have been in our charge over the last few days, which has meant that I have been drawn away from stove and keyboard and … Continue reading
Hot chocolate virgin…
This country drips chocolate from every pore. In provincial France, good chocolatiers are nearly as ubiquitous as shoe shops, which only sell grotesque shoes, opticians and dodgy hair dressers upon which trio the French economy appears to depend. The illusion … Continue reading
Le Rouge et Le Noir… or the long and the short of it.
Gypsy has at last spared me a precious nanosecond in which to accomplish her portrait. She may well have fundamentalist leanings being that her head is covered most of the time as it is buried in the ground digging for freedom … Continue reading
Fresh poodles and apricots…
A dish so sought after in the Far East that it is customary to leave one’s daughters on the streets and lock up the poodles. The poodle catcher is on the qui vive and the game’s afoot. The Vendée, however, … Continue reading
Dog works in mysterious ways….
I have let sleeping dogs lie and it is for that reason that I find myself tinkling the ivories of my keyboard at this ungodly hour of the morning. Two black dogs, poodles by race,Trigger and Gypsy by name, have … Continue reading