Inspired by my good friend Soize's occasional series featuring her fabulous boxer dog 'C'est lundi, c'est Gauffrette', another (nearly) alliterative prompt to make for a quick and easy post every week; I shall aim, each Friday, to post a picture or pictures here of our darling Elfie.
Elfie went for her first off-leash walk on the beach yesterday, or the tidal flats of the bay of St Brieuc rather. I have no photos of this because I didn't take the camera and anyway was too busy trying to forestall her chasing the horses and sulky carts, fairly successfully, and terrorising the wildlife, less successfully. There wasn't very much of the latter at low tide in November, and for quite a while cheese was more attractive than birds, but on the second passing of a couple of foraging egrets in a tidal pool in the far distance she couldn't help herself, and became a deaf and faraway dot for several minutes while the egrets flapped and squawked around her head. Not the most relaxing walk really, but long and bracing and she didn't half get a good tiring run out of it. She returned to the car filthy, bedraggled and smelling like a not very nice rock pool, and I expected to have to wash her down before letting her into the house, but half an hour on a thick fleece blanket in the back of the car and she emerged clean as a whistle. Her coat is remarkable like that, soft and silky but very resilient and low maintenance, shrugs off dirt and moisture, and hardly ever knots or tangles. Sheds like mad, mind, fine stuff. After fourteen years of collecting dark clothing that wouldn't show Molly's black hair, I suppose I'll now have to change my wardrobe for cream, beige and ginger shades. Lovely.
Here's a picture of her enjoying a patch of sun. We do love her.