Dog Day

In fact it wasn't a dog day.  The great heat has gone and we had rain, yes, rain!  But in another way it was a dog day.  We helped to move wood to a friend's woodstore and a wee Collie dog (my Mum would have said a wee "Coley") helped me by running madly around the wheel barrow and barking now and then.  He also nipped at my heels at one point (I think he might be used to herding cattle!).  Anyway, we both had a good time.  Then we went for lunch with Peter and Janice where this wee dog sat ever so prettily with its wee legs delicately crossed (I know, it's a restaurant and there is a dog inside, but this is France and it is okay really)