Earlier this week, while walking Biff around the villlage square, a little black dog tried to attach himself to us, following in our wake until Biff growled at him to back off. The poor little creature - who didn't have a collar and looked like he'd been abandoned - subsequently appeared outside our house several times, looking increasingly hungry and unhinged.
Yesterday, feeling sorry for Basil (as I had nicknamed him) I tried to invite him in for a good meal and a bowl of water. Unfortunately, Biff was having none of it and morphed into a pitt bull style attack dog. Poor Basil ran out of the house - stopping to cock his leg in the hallway as he left - and hasn't been seen since.
But this afternoon, in the local cafe, I bumped into my neighbour Paulette, who told me the happy news that little Basil has been reunited with his maitre.
Meanwhile, a second Biff-sized black dog has been spotted running around the village, looking lost. Where are all these black Biff-alikes coming from I wonder?
Note to friends: yes I know that two dogs are more of a bind than one; and yes, I agree that Biff wouldn't appreciate another set of paws parked on the sofa. So I will be following your advice and I won't be adopting a Biff-a-like anytime soon.