This week's throwback Thursday takes us back eight years, with a post from 30 August 2009.
Let me start by saying briefly that, with the exception of the meat (and seasonings) Sunday lunch last week was home grown.
I can take no credit for this; Clare is the gardener.On to the news. Following Flash’s departure, it was very apparent, quite quickly, that Ulysse was not going to be as happy as Billy no-mates as he was even with the sleeping partner that poor Flash had become. We, therefore, decided to take the bull by the horns and go and see young Trevor. We needed to see Kim on another matter anyway, so we purposed to take the trip (two and a quarter hours each way) to Poitou-Charentes on Wednesday.
The weather was disappointing when we left – we even had some low cloud to drive through on the way – but, by the time we reached Kim’s area it became clear that her tales of no rain for ages were not exaggerations. Everything was dry, and much of the grass yellow/brown. A far cry from the lush, verdant countryside we had left behind.
We arrived at about 11:30am, had some coffee and shortly afterwards took her pack plus Ulysse for a walk. They all immediately made for one of the lakes on Kim’s land.Ulysse and Trevor seemed to get on fairly welland Ulysse proved himself again to be a real water baby. Such a pity we don’t have a body of water on our land that Ulysse could swim in.By the end of the day we had made two decisions:
- Trevor was coming home with us, and
- he was going to have to change his name
The second decision was mostly due to the fact that neither of us rate Trevor as a name for a lap-dog.
We made and received various suggestions for names for him. We quite liked Reverend Dogson (shortened to Rev) to keep the sound similar, or Milo, because the Jack Russell called Milo in the film The Mask was so cool. In fact, that rôle was played by the same dog that played Eddie in the Frasier series (just thought you would like to know that).
The trouble is, he is so responsive to Trevor (or Trev) that it would not be a kindness to change his name – he is already on his fourth home this year and there must be a limit to what he can assimilate. I cannot recall his history in detail, neither do I particularly need to, but I do know that he started the year in UK, was moved to France when his owners relocated and, by March, was with Kim. That makes three homes in as many months. He enjoyed a period of stability as part of Kim’s pack for four and a half months before coming here last Wednesday.
Our last pair of dogs, Hobie and Flash, were with us for about twelve years, so we can reasonably expect that, barring unforeseen circumstances, he and Ulysse will be here for a while.
Trevor is a short-legged Jack Russell Terrier with “Queen Anne” front legs. There is so much conflicting information as to what constitutes a Jack Russell Terrier, a Parson Russell Terrier or a Russell Terrier that I really can’t be bothered to wade through it. If anyone reading this is an expert on these things, let me know.This picture shows his general shape – elongated and with short legs. There is a body of opinion that says that, at some stage, they have been crossed with dachshund, which would seem to tie in with the general shape, as well as the shape of the head andthe bowed front legs.
I don’t know. He’s Trev!
They pull and pull with much snarling. Ulysse has more hairy feet, so loses his traction on the tiled floor. Tha puts him at a disadvantage.
Trevor’s handicap is that he is a Jack Russell. After a period of pulling, he can’t help himself. Unable to hold it back any longer he barks, thus releasing his grip in the toy.
Ulysse then runs off with his prize.
I had to make another visit to the dermatologist on Friday.
Following the operation to remove the cancer from my ear last year, everything had been tickety-boo, until last week, when I discovered something behind the ear, just above the operation scar.
It is most likely that what I found was a small friction wound caused by an over-zealous arm on the glasses I wear when working on my PC. I have since modified the angle of the arm, but we concluded that it would be wise to have it checked by the expert.
He looked at it, told me he didn’t believe it to be other than a small wound, and certainly not a recurrence of the cancer; but he would, in any event, take a biopsy and have it checked out.
I expect to have the result of the biopsy by the end of this coming week; meantime – fingers crossed!
Finally, having spent a lot of money on camera and lenses, you would expect they would travel with us everywhere. In fact, unless we go out intending to do serious photography, we tend to take just a little pocket camera with us – the Panasonic Lumix DMC-TZ5. This we did on Wednesday. In fact, with the exception of the vegetables, I used it for all the shots in this week’s blog .
The trouble is, we sometimes produce a shot that is so good (like the Purple Emperor butterfly shot I posted a few weeks ago) that I question how much we need big DSLR cameras and lenses. Here is the pick of Wednesday’s crop:A rather splendid Broad Scarlet Dragonfly (Crocothemis erythraea)