The "Twist" and I have lots of choices for walks in the morning. We try to get out early before it's too hot and before there are too many cars and buses expected on the D662. Each route has a terrain and personality all its own, with many beautiful photo opportunities along the way.
I haven't walked these routes since we left in the fall of 2012. Dali was such a wonderful walking partner. She knew me well. Twister is learning. He knows just when I'm ready for a photo op or if I'm lagging behind.
I've so enjoyed posting over these last few days about my FOSTER puppy Twister, who has come to me through Les Amis des Animaux. He is a very special guy, and I have of course already fallen in love with him. Not unlike many of the two-legged men in my life, at this moment in time; temporary is the best I can do. I understand the circumstances of my life well AND I know my limitations.
Many of my friends on Facebook have said things like: "Bring him home with you, Laury"; "You're not going to be able to give him up, Laury"; and, "He's a keeper!" All of which do certainly go through my mind. But then all it takes is the thought of Dali, Sam and I in the airports in Toulouse, Paris; and, Atlanta. In Atlanta, I was pushing a cart with them and my luggage and I hit a bump and we all went sailing through the air in the parking lot on the way to the rental car. International, Trans-Atlantic travel is not for sissies; and especially not making that journey with more than one pet.
I've done it more than once, and it is truly my adoption aversion therapy.
As much as I love little Twister, those memories make me stay the course. Even my Dad asked me if I'd gotten in over my head? I reminded him about that return trip of 2012 that I just described to you (leaving out the next 12 or so hour drive from Atlanta to St. Louis that followed.) We arrived there to be with Mom while Dad was in rehab.
So, aversion therapy is working well so far.
We shall see how it fares next year when Sammie Cat and I are back full time, and the tempations will be greater.
For now, let's get the Twist adopted and on his way to a forever home!
One of the many great things about having Twister here with me, is that it's getting me out and walking in the village and even more around the Chatette. We're getting into a morning walking routine, that yesterday, took us around the village and home down the cemetery road.
I'm hoping that we'll also have some riverside adventures all along the Lot together.
He also gets me up and out to wander in the yard with him on his extendable lead. We are not fenced in here and this is the best way to listen to nature calling and be safe.
It's Sunday, so we're going to be up and out a little later than usual. We're also going up to see Jean and Rocky so Twister can meet them too. I'm sure it'll be another adventure for the books...Leaving you with more twist around the village!
While Sammie Cat has taken over Mahogany Oaks and spent yesterday wishing Mike a very Joyeux Anniversaire...I was welcoming Lynn, Nick and our foster-guy Twister! We did well, and Twister has settled in and made himself right at home. As Lynn said when she saw the first photos on Les Amis des Animaux: "He looks like he's lived there forever!"
It's fun to be part of a puppy's firsts. Yesterday was Twister's first for steps. He did pretty well on the ups and mastered them, but is still just a little scared on the downs. When you're all legs that coming down coordination can be a challenge...and he's got some long legs!
We headed out this morning in our outfits, me in my overalls and Twister all duded up in his "Adoptez-Moi" jacket. "Aunt" Evelyn snapped this shot for us and will be over later for more around the Chatette.
He gazed down at the old homestead.
And, continued his first tour of Cadrieu from the Templar Cross beside Chateau Cadrieu. Lots of sights to see, and new tastes, smells, and sounds to discover!
He's turning out to be such a sensitive, and...
But, I think you might agree that coming up those 10 stone steps to home and seeing that sweet face wating for you at the top, is BEST!.
Those of you who know me well, know that not a day goes by that Sammie cat and I don't miss our Dali. She was the best. She was a huge part of the reason that we returned to the states in 2012. I needed to work. She was having so much trouble. I just didn't feel like I could go away to work contracts and leave her with others. We needed to be together.
So, the solution was to return to the states so I could work and be with Dali. Before we could get back, Dad fell and the reasons for return grew and continued to grow ever since.
We lost our Dals in April of 2013. I had no idea that she would go as quickly as she did, but it meant even more to me to have those final days with her and to be the one who held her when she took her last breath! I was a wreck.
I so missed having a dog in my life. I was a "doggy mess." But, I also knew that the frequent road trips between New Orleans and St. Louis and extended International Travel were NOT going to make it easy to have a dog. Sam has been a travel trooper, but it isn't easy on her either (especially since she's approaching 15 years old!)
I found myself on the Pet Finders site looking at dogs regularly. I followed up with some of the local New Orleans organizations. I finally decided that since France was going to be it for me long term, that I should begin looking at the French sites in my region. I discovered many and tend to scroll through them all to get my "doggy fix" from France in New Orleans.
I continued that process here in Cadrieu, and discovered that even though I'm only here to the end of August, there might be some dogs/puppies that I could help with. Really, there are so many out there who do need "temporary care," "transitional care," and/or "socialization." I began my conversation with Lynn Hull of Les Amis des Animaux about a sweet girl named Vanille, but it became clear that anyone who needed special vet care was not the one for me since I'm "sans voiture." Ah, but there were some puppies from a litter of 7 that had been abandoned in a barn. Four had been adopted, but three were left and needed socialiation. Et voila!
Dali said go for it!
Twister will be arriving with Lynn and her friend Nick this afternoon. After they drop Twister off with me, they are on their way to scoop Vanille and take her to her new Foster Home. They are already traveling 3 hours to get Twister to me. I'm guessing at least that much to transport Vanille and return home to Trie sur Baise. What dedication!
I'm patiently awaiting Twister's arrival this afternoon with Lynn and Nick. I'll keep you posted. Happy Happy Friday! Twister is smiling already!
Wandering along the Lot, Cajarc was my final destination. No matter how many times I wander here, I always find something new and beautiful among my old friends. Since I hadn't walked into Cajarc in a while, everything felt like a new adventure.
I'd been to the Intermarche, wandered through the Wednesday morning Market, stopped for a grand creme and a hug from Sebastian at La Pause, scooped my Carocs and Creme Noixs from Roux's Patisserie, and headed over to the square in front of St.Etienne to enjoy one of my sweets before heading home to Cadrieu down the main road.
Nothing like having dessert for lunch! I cracked open my patisserie box and nibbled at half of a Creme Noix before heading in to St. Etienne to take my moments to light my candle with St. Therese of Lisieux and be my most grateful self. I chuckled when two couples walked past and one of the women said: "Bon Appetit" when she saw me and my pastry for lunch!
St.Therese never disappoints me. When I sit with her the love and gratefulness in my heart pulses so strongly that I can almost reach outside myself and touch it.
I noticed for the first time that she has a stained glass window, and there is a corner full of "mercis" and gratefulness.
Like St. Eustache in Paris, St. Etienne in Cajarc is another place of pilgrimage for me. (I do have quite a few for a non-Catholic.)
Out the door and back on the main road, I began asking myself: "Did we really used to do this walk all the time?" As I later told my friends: "Je ne suis pas en forme." (I am NOT in shape!) But...