I look over my gate to my neighbours’ house some 60 yards away. It was at that moment I heard a bark from my neighbours dog, René, and a light bulb went off in my head! XXX “But, would you like a little bit of croissant with butter and honey?” I asked him, as if he understood every English word I spoke. That, I told myself was how to cope with an arrogant, homophobic male. René is a very handsome 3yo, Weimaraner, with astonishing grey/blue eyes, very friendly with me and those who know him. Prat. a beautifully warm May morning, not a cloud in the sky, allowing me to wander outside in man’s shirt, with my “bowl” of coffee while the croissant was warming in the oven. Perhaps you could let me know?
