We spent a week in Normandy. As usual, the Normandy weather in August was rainy and cool. It didn’t dampen our spirits (cliché, I know – and punny – I couldn’t help it!) and Auguste had the most fun! The first day, he disappeared into the Normand countryside and didn’t return until evening. I wasn’t very worried – we’ve been coming here since he was a puppy and he knows the whole farm by heart. He ran off, and didn’t reappear until suppertime. Then he trotted in, muddy and full of burrs and tired. The next day, off he went again, but this time Estelle found him on the road heading towards the polo farm. He was brought back in disgrace (he mustn’t go on the road!) and scolded. So then we decided to take him with us to the polo games, and so we did – and he made freinds with the children there, who insisted on taking him for walks and playing with him. Every evening he came home and dashed outside to hunt for rabbits. The rabbits didn’t mind – he’s got such short legs they literally ran circles around him (I’m trying to see how many clichées I can squeeze into one little blog post…)
We took him out to dinner, and he went with us to the Creperie where we saw a village with a “doggy bar” in the square – a drink stand with three different levels for big, medium and little dogs!
What’s nice about France is that you can take dogs into restaurants. Auguste is very well behaved, and every time we went out, we struck up conversations with our neighbors about Auguste. In one restaurant, we met a couple who have been coming to France from England since 1950 – taking the ferry and driving down the coast each summer.
Of course, vacation is mostly for R&R – and this one was no different. Yes, Stef had to work, but whenever there was a break, we would find a quiet spot and relax. Auguste, in those cases, was always nearby!
On the last day, he managed to get to the neighbor’s farm and their two daughters brought him back. As we were talking to the neighbors, he escaped again and chased a rabbit who leaped across a ditch. Auguste wasn’t as lucky and fell in – he was covered in black, putrid mud. We hosed him down, dried him off, and put him under house arrest – unfortunately someone left the door open, and off he went again – but this time he went straight to the car. He’d seen our luggage and was afraid of being left behind!