Lots of rabbits, tho. Thank goodness, they don't bark!
After a very short walk on the main village road, we can cut down this gravel track. It always makes me a bit nervous if I see smoke curling from Madame's chimney. Has she let her little yapping dogs out for the day? We'll soon find out; even this far away, they'll sense Dali and Lucie and start barking!
How far we can walk down this road depends upon whether or not Monsieur's donkeys are out. Braying donkeys are almost as bad as barking dogs! It's so much easier when we can just do our nornal 'around the block' walk. And in case you're wondering...I have no control over those baying hunting hounds on the other side of the river. They are not baying at us!
It's almost 8:30am...time to walk the dogs. Now let's see: it's Friday, but it's a holiday, so....