At home :
Dozing has become Rule Number One ...
The masters and the whippies alike are overwhelmed by a whirlwind piece of news.
As a consequence, we are all sleeping to anticipate the arrival of a 4th (hairless) playmate in a few months if everything goes well...

 


Six wonderful neighbours kept us company for a month, they left two days ago which was sad enough to write a post in honour of them.

Hearing them fully galloping through this large field to meet a fellow pilgrim donkey made us travel to Lonesome Dove - this Pulitzer Prize Winning western novel written by Larry McMurtry ...

A gorgeous colt and a shy filly were the pride of the herd - they loved having their muzzle rubbed. Their father was a daring (and staring) stallion which loved staring at the pack and made them bark out of their wits.
 
Definition :
         A steadfast adherence to an opinion, purpose, or course of action in spite of 

          
reason, arguments, or persuasion.

People who live with whippets tend to become like whippets, that is to say : WILLFUL (a nicer way of putting it...)

We are stubborn - though Charlie comes first - and our vegetable garden is at an altitude of more than 1000 meters, and we do love gardening.

Do tomatoes grow at such an altitude ?
No, unless you fancy eating tomato's leaves.

Do melons grow ?
No, but they make really nice and organic balls for the dogs.

Anyway, squatting among our tiny vegetables, we labor hard everyday in what seems to be the utmost fashionable place to poo according to the whippets (the fence is just making it more desirable...)


At least, we can have strawberries : two pounds a day... it's the only thing we can eat from the garden at the moment (that's a depressing thought) but we are puntiliously eating them, all of them !                                                 (Is that a case of stubbornness ?)


 
We live on the Way of St James and we can see pilgrims walking eagerly, or dreamily, on two feet, or on four (with two walking sticks - very fashionable at the moment), some start the Way at an early age (and are happily babbling in their pushchair while their parents wonder why they've left their cosy home to walk under that rain), other have waited almost a century before starting it...

Some knock on the door for some water, for some help or just maybe to talk to natives (which we are not ! We've understood that you need to have at least 3 generations registered at the local church to dare say you belong to this place otherwise, you're just a tourist...)

For this reason, we feel a lot of compassion with them.

Here is a very shy pilgrim who knows what "Slow Tourism" means, we've baptized him 'Slowy'.

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'Slowy' not liking very much being photographed...

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