The poor dog had suffered an arthritis episode a month earlier. Our neighbors had an outdoor party on June 25, I remember, and Collette was invited. Afterward, a friend told us that Collette was a real zombie (same word in French) that afternoon. She was stumbling around in a fog. The friend was afraid Collette wasn't long for this world, even back then.
Be that as it may, a month later Collette had recovered completely. She had gotten her joie de vivre back. She was running, chasing, and playing. It was fun to take her out on walks, because she obviously enjoyed it so much.
Chasing a deer
It was about 6:15 a.m. and Collette and I were out
for our morning walk. We went down the hill
to the "street" called la rue des Lauriendières.
As you can see, it isn't paved.
Showers and even thunderstorms were predicted.
I hoped we wouldn't get wet before we got back home.
something caught my eye as I looked off to the left.
It was a chevreuil out in the field. Chevreuils are a kind
of little deer, called roe deer, that we have around here.
I don't think they exist in America, but they do in England.
But the deer didn't stick around at that point.
It went bounding over the field, headed for the woods.
about old age and rhumatism for just a minute. But the deer
had already disappeared into the woods.
even though my joints ache. One day
I'm going to catch one of those deer, you just wait.
I almost caught it. It got away, but the chase was fun.
Thanks for waiting for me.
It saw Collette. Then it turned and ran.
Collette turned around and looked at me.
She wasn't going to waste energy running after a cat
when there were deer to be chased.
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