We have been sharing dog-sitting responsibilities for the past 10 days. David, Louise and Jake across the street have been back in rain-soaked England, and Thor and Roy remained behind. As Louise warned us, they both are molting terribly. Craig and Jo Heritage's kids walk them several times during the day or take them to Lac Montbel for the day at their VeloMondo bike rental. Then my night duty kicks in. The dogs make themselves right at home as I cook dinner. Thor is a black lab, pure and simple, a bundle of people-pleasing pooch. Roy is an overly energetic border collie, wary at first of his new caretakers but a real sweetie. Thor is notorious for finding the the most in-the-way spot to lie, and Roy seeks out the most secluded niche available. Their dinnertime is 9 pm followed by a final pee-and-poop constitutional along one of the village pathways. Then they are tucked into their beds at their house, overlooking the River Touyre, awaiting mom and dad's return.
It was just about a year ago that we put our faithful steed O'Malley down, so this bonding with Thor and Roy has churned up alot of old O'Malley stories. Remember the time he got bit by the bear, stomped by the cow elk, drug by the pickup, or shot by a 44 Magnum, etc. There was none better.