On a recent journey to Bend, Oregon with my friend Mary, we were introduced to Henri, a Papillon bonehead. As he is a French breed, the owners decided to give him a French name. He is looking particularly French in the above photo, which was taken along the banks of the Deschutes river that flows through the town of Bend. A French dog on the banks of a French named river. How appropriate.
( The river was named Rivière des Chutes or Rivière aux Chutes, French for River of the Falls)
Mary had accepted a housesit opportunity to care for Henri, and at the same time I was tasked with caring for Sofi the furball at another house nearby.
We drove over to Kathy's house where Sofi lives in order to introduce the suave and debonair Henri to her and see what kind of reaction we would get.
What furball could resist this handsome devil?
Here's Sofi's reaction.
Not impressed, to say the least. Oh well, maybe next time. If it makes Henri feel any better, this is the same reaction I got from Sofi all throughout the housesit. Under the bed is her favourite place to be whenever there are strangers in the house. Looks like Sofi doesn't care for French boneheads or French men.
We departed Bend on October 9th and headed back north. On a shopping trip we came across this pumpkin, surely the largest pumpkin that I've ever seen. It weighed in at a whopping 1526 pounds, and was grown by Cindy Tobeck from Little Rock, Washington.
That's one BIG pumpkin.
Getting back to Henri and the title of today's blog, I never heard him speak a single word of French during my entire visit, but he excels in the barking department.
living a life of simple acceptance,
The Thoughtful Wanderer