A viewer in France

I have just noticed that I have a viewer in France.

I told Pluto but I don't think he is as excited as I am. Of course it is probably a false hope.

We had a difficult walk this morning. Three ladies ran by us with three dogs off their leads. I held Pluto on his. He tried to follow. We had a short battle of wills. Fortunately I still have the strength to hold him. We had stern words. I waited until the ladies were out of sight. Some may have thought I was just studying their bottoms as they bobbled up and down. of course I wasn't. I let Pluto off his lead with strong words not to run off. He ran off. At least he did come back eventually when called. Back on his lead. We started to head back to the car when I thought why should we.

I let Pluto off and resumed the walk. He ran off again. There were some fishermen down the banks by the waters edge. Pluto wanted to know what was going on. Now there are different types of fishing. The static where you cast your line, sit in a chair with a flask of coffee and think deep thoughts while you wait for a bite. Another is the stalker. Rod in hand they quietly patrol the bank trying to spot the signs of fish. sneak up. throw in some bait then their cast.

That requires stealth and cunning. Not a Pluto.

Back on his lead.

we headed back. I let him off again and he went up to the fence of the field in which the cows are grazing. Some came up to investigate. he frighted them away. This was a good game I could see him thinking. he sat still. the cattle returned. he bounced up and down the fence. The cattle ran. Back on his lead.

Another stern telling off.

I wonder if it is her.