Posts Tagged Carcassonne
I think I chose the hottest day of the year so far to go and walk some dogs at the dog shelter at Carcassonne yesterday. At first, they thought it might be too hot for the dogs to go out but, a tiny breeze sprung up and it was decided that it would be O.K. as long as we didn’t go too far.
We tested out a dog’s tolerance of cats by taking in him in the cat house to see how he got on. Filou, as the little dog in question is called, didn’t seem bothered at all and the cats seem to sense this as several were rubbing themselves against him and purring and generally being chilled as only cats can be, even in 30 degrees or more.
I took my camera and, because I am in ‘dog botherer’ mode at the moment, as always after a visit to the kennels, you can read more about the dogs I’ve featured by clicking on the photos.
Handsome isn’t he?
I just love those ears.
Gorgeous Gordon who is at a disadvantage here in France because they tend not to like black dogs.
Hopefully these 5 month old beautiful black pups will fare better.
Some were just too shy to come out of their kennels
and some weren’t shy at all!
Normal (sewing, crafting, knitting and general musings) service will be resumed shortly but thanks for reading and for looking at my photos.
Hot on the heels of pole dancing cats here’s another title to tempt you into reading but, this time, it’s for a good cause so I’ll let the dogs do the talking.
Hello! Flo here again, that’s me on the right, occasional guest blogger here.
You may know that, before I was living in the lap of luxury and spoilt to death, I was found wandering on the streets and taken to a dog shelter where the Missus and her family came to find me last New Year’s Day. That’s Stan on the left and he didn’t get as far as a dog shelter because the Missus found him running in traffic and rescued him herself after the registered owner (he was microchipped) didn’t care to have him back. Taz is our other brother and it was a similar story with him. Anyway, the Missus says she can’t possibly adopt any more animals or she will go crazy and, although I can’t begin to understand why that would be, I know she likes to help raise funds for the S.P.A. (Société Protéctrice des Animaux) in Carcassonne, France and she does this with a group called Dog Rescue Carcassonne. You can read about some of the work they do here. Just think, my picture was on there once but I was called Froggy then as they thought the way I sat with my back legs sticking out made me look like a frog. As if!
The Missus likes to sew and she thought she would make some bandanas for stylish dogs, like myself, to wear when we are out to impress. Stan is wearing a rather fetching red one above but, as you can see, I am naked because, although I am the most beautiful of the Missus’ dogs, I can’t possibly stay still long enough to be photographed properly.
So, even though Stan isn’t as gorgeous as me, he will do anything for a tennis ball and, if one is held aloft, he will sit and stare at it forever in the hope that it will eventually be thrown for him. This is what makes him a good model
These fit the sort of collars that our size of dogs wear but the Missus says she will even make them for ‘handbag dogs’ whatever that means.
Then she says she will give the profits to the Dog Rescue Carcassonne to help other dogs find homes and also so that the dogs can be sterilized in order to prevent more unwanted dogs being abandoned and ending up playing with the traffic.
I must say that Stan looks almost handsome and he can’t lose his bandana because his collar threads right through it and, if he rolls in fox poo or goes swimming in the river, the Missus can just wash it in the machine.
That is Stan laughing at the suggestion he might roll in fox poo but I know it’s true because I’ve seen him do it .
I quite fancy that cute one with the deer and owl and kitten so I hope one of those is for me. I don’t know who that is in the photo – perhaps it’s one of those handbag dogs.
Off to see Bryan Ferry tonight in the beautiful city of Carcassonne.
Unfortunately, as seems to happen every year during the time that the Festivale is on, the weather is unpredictable. This wouldn’t be so bad but the concert is in the open-air.
Bryan (as I call him) will be alright as the stage is under cover so he will still look cool and like the style icon that he is. Unfortunately, the rest of us will probably be huddled underneath unflattering hoods and, heaven forfend, cagoules like the ordinary mortals that we are.
Still, it’s worth the risk I reckon.
THE NEXT DAY………
one hour’s drive away from us and the city of Carcassonne was in beautiful sunshine. So it was a great concert and Bryan didn’t have to see me in my cagoule.
The old city of Carcassonne never fails to make me catch my breath when it first comes into view – it’s just the sort of place you imagine in fairy tales.
Throughout July they have a festival with lots of different concerts, often with very big names. A couple of years ago we saw Diana Ross perform here. I love to go as, whoever the artist, it’s such a magical setting that you can’t fail to have a great time. This year I missed out as I bought tickets for my daughter and her friend to see Mika and, although I kept hoping her friend would drop out at the last moment so I could go in her place(!), she didn’t so I had a meal in one of the lovely restaurants instead whilst I waited for them.
As seems to happen every year, the rain threatens to appear (it’s an open-air venue) but usually doesn’t until the very last minute. I didn’t know any of these people coming out of the concert which is why I’ve blurred the foreground. It was an artistic decision. Honest!!