Leonce with the finished gariotte . . . he put the flowers on the door for me. I have to paint the door . . . maroon, he insisted. 

The Husband, busy with his roofing project. 

The Wild Kingdom

Woke up this morning and found Antoinette and Attila on the terrace sniffing at an English Setter. The Husband immediately became worried that Antoinette was in heat and had attracted the strange dog.

Then The Husband really got worried when a Bull Mastiff showed up a few minutes later.

I smiled sweetly and said, "See, I told you we should have got her fixed."

The Husband didn't reply. He's still fuming that I castrated his dog Attila while he was back in the States.

So The Husband drove in the pouring rain into the village pharmacy to purchase some canine birth control pills -- brand name, Canipill. He put Antoinette on the dosage that's the equivalent to "The Morning After Pill" just in case she lost her virginity.

We're being overwhelmed by too much animal sex this week!

Local building inspectors. 

The Husband opening a can of worms . . . er, I mean repairing the roof on his cave. 

Hot Sheep Sex

Beau and Biberon got it on today . . . so hopefully we'll have another lamb in mid-January. Male sheep seem to go for speed and frequency when they copulate. I don't think that Biberon was fulfilled . . . she continued grazing throughout the lovemaking session. (Sorry, I don't have photos!)

Don't forget to visit Camp Biche today.

The Husband and me in St. Emilion. 

This is one of the quaint aspects of living (and dying) in a small French village. The mayor posts your death notice up in front of his office. 

Wanted: New Personal Assistant

The Husband's sad because his personal assistant, Tex the Hedgehog has died. (Named after the option trading strategy known as The Texas Hedge. A position where you're margined to the gills, balls out long (or short) and if the market doesn't go the way of your bet, you're tits up.)

A couple days ago, Blackie the wayward sheep left us. Her previous, careless, owners came to retrieve her after she was missing for a week.

The Husband and one of the owners chased the flockinto the shed. When the other (white) sheep figured out that the men were only trying to get Blackie, they went after Blackie and butted her out of the shed. Blanche and Beau led the mob.

Read an article the other day that claims, as I have always contended, that sheep can love. I guess they can hate too.

The shepherd's hut is finished today. Leonce needs to make a door for it; but today is the last day for which he gets paid . . . he's going to make the door, tile the floor, and make a circular bench as a gift for me. He's so proud of it, he's trying to talk the Husband into cutting down all the trees that hinder the view of the hut from the road. The Husband likes the privacy so the trees are staying. I did let Leonce cut down a huge lilac bush that was blocking the view from the house. He gleefully went at the large bush with his chain saw.