Annual vet visit

Our one year anniversary in France is rapidly approaching. One of the first things we did upon arrival last August was take Bailey to a vet. It was actually a requirement, within a week of arrival, and we had found the vet and scheduled the appointment on our scouting trip in April, 2025, well before our actual move. It's been almost a year since that initial vet visit so we scheduled Bailey's annual check up for today.

It was after our morning walk at the Citadel and I think we'll schedule any future visits for the same time because it was the lowest stress vet visit Bailey has ever had. Both the receptionist and the vet offered treats and got kisses. Bailey went up on the scale and sat down without hesitation. She only needed two vaccines, lepto and kennel cough, so that was easy and she was good for the exam. The vet said her weight was perfect and remarked how muscular she was. 

I had come over with a year's supply of both Heartguard and Frontline. On the vet's recommendation from our initial visit, I've been giving Bailey a dose of Drontal every three months since we got here to handle any intestinal parasites that she might pick up as a result of dietary indiscretion that she may indulge in on our hikes. It's available without a prescription here. Today I got a three month supply of Simparica for fleas and ticks and a refillable prescription for more. The vet said that they don't really have an issue with heartworms in this part of France. 

It was a very easy and successful vet visit. Bailey got everything she needs to comply with the requirements of the boarding kennel for the next year. 

Hanging out at the dog park this morning.

There were two small dogs there when we arrived this morning. The one kissing up to Bailey is a puppy who really wanted to be her friend. Bailey was tolerant but not really interested. The little guy on the left was named Eclair ("Flash" or "Lightning" in English) and he was surprisingly fast on those little legs. Bailey bounced around and played with him a little bit, slowing her pace so give him a chance.

Bailey's dining table.

These signs are posted along some of the interior canals at the Citadel, warning of the potential presence of dangerous bacteria in the water due to the summer heat. Bailey doesn't go in the water but she has been known to stop for a drink. I'm watching her closely now and call her away from the water if she goes close to it. 

Bailey has a human friend that we see very often at the dog park. She gave Bailey this disc to play with.

Waiting at the vet's office today.

Laying in the sun in front of an open window at home today. This is the last open window day for a while; it's supposed to get hot again tomorrow so we'll be running our air conditioner.

These last two pictures are off topic, but I've been wanting to share them. Before we left Virginia, I scattered the ashes of all the dogs we've owned over the years, including a number of foster dogs who died in our care. There were quite a few of them, but I don't have an exact count. Although I scattered the ashes, (some in our pasture, others along the trails at Pleasant Grove), I kept and brought along the collars of each of those dogs. To display them I got a curtain rod and hung it in one of our windows. I quite like the effect.

This is a view from below of all the tags and other bling on the collars.

The rod turned out to be surprisingly heavy.

Summer flowers, wildlife, and more

Just some recent pictures. The weather has been much better lately but very dry, we really need some rain. The wildflowers continue to thrive, however. 

A momma Coot and two babies swimming through duckweed.

Another concert at the cathedral.

A scene outside our very local brewery down the street. Their friend was taking their picture standing behind them. I took this from inside the bar looking out. Then we went outside and exchanged pictures with them. 

Grazing as vegetation control.

Firewooks as seen from our window on July 14h. 

Yet another concert at the cathedral. This was a school vocal group from the UK. 

This is the back end of St. Catherine's church, take from a table outside a Vietnamese restraurant nearby, (see next picture).

French Vietnamese food. It was good but different from Vietnamese food in the U.S.

Bailey on the top of the hill in the dog park. 

Bailey with a new toy.

A grey heron.

Wood pigeons. They are larger, heavier, than regular pigeons.

A cormorant on one of the interior canals around the Citadel. 

An arum lily. Very unusual.

I spotted this guy from across an interior canal. He looked huge, stork-sized compared to the usual grey herons. My phone identified him as a great blue heron. 

Age is just a number

Clay often joked that I always claimed that our foster dogs were "about two years old." There's some truth to that. We usually didn't know a rescue dog's true age and rescue organizations and foster homes are prone to underestimating a dog's age simply because older dogs are more difficult to adopt. Old habits are hard to break, I guess, because I've been telling everyone that Bailey is about two years old for some time now.

A picture of Bailey from November 20, 2023.

Clay recently found a picture of Bailey shortly after we got her that was dated in October, 2023. She was probably six to nine months old at that time, giving her a birthdate sometime early in 2023. That makes her a solid three years old now, going on four. 

Once I had a date of when we got her, I went back through old blog posts and learned that I had picked up Bailey from my doggie dealer in southwest Virginia on September 16, 2023. The blog post I wrote that night had this to say about her:

 "She barked at me fearfully when she first saw me and had a lot of say but I told her that I had heard it all before, many times from many shepherds. She warmed up to me in a few minutes and rode home beautifully in a crate in the van."

A few days later, in another post: 

"She's cute, she's sweet, and she's probably too smart for her own good. Someone needs to adopt her quickly to get her away from me. [Before I fail as a foster and keep her myself.]"

This started a deep dive down the rabbit hole, reading old blog posts from that period. It was fun to see all the dogs we had back then and it made me realize how different that our life was then from the one we are living now. Not better or worse, but very different. It was also fun to see Bailey as she was then and realize that not much had changed about her basic personality from then to the present time. She wasn't a foster dog for very long. I knew she would have a slot to fill in my future.

Looking at posts in early December, 2023, during the time that I was home alone with Covid, I realized just how attached Bailey had become to me then, and that's still very true today. Like other females in my life at various times over the years (both human and canine), she may not approve of all of my choices and actions, but she sure sticks by me in spite of them.

Covid care at its finest.

Belgium with friends

We spent a few days in Belgium last week with our friends Jan and Paul, former neighbors from Virginia. They flew to Amsterdam and spent a few days there and then met us in Brussels. We spent one night there and then two in Bruges followed by two more in Ghent before returning with them to Lille for a couple more days. We had travelled with them in Belgium previously so it was fun to return to some of our favorite places there and it was nice to show them a bit of our new life in France. Bailey went to her camp for the time we were away and from the pictures we saw and the report when we returned, she had a good time.

This is Bailey's cottage. Note the air conditioner unit. I'm pretty sure they could have rented out these spaces to people during the recent heat wave. Note also the height and security of the fencing. That was why I felt comfortable leaving Bailey there the first time. The play yard fences aren't quite as tall, but there's a taller fence around the perimeter of the property. 

One of the big play yards at the boarding facility. 

Brussels

Jan and Paul at the Duveloreum, overlooking the grand place in Brussels. 

Studying the beer book in a bar.

Cantillon, in Brussels, is a place of pilgrimage for beer lovers.

The gayborhood in Brussels. 

Brussels at night.

Bruges

At The Trappist in Bruges.

This church/museum had the best signs. See that thing at the right? You can turn it to read the information in six different languages, including English.

They had opened up the floor in the church to display painted crypts.

In Bruges, the center sculpture is the only piece of Michelangelo's work to leave Italy during his lifetime.

The canals are gorgeous. 

Bruges at night

This was a video mapping show displayed on the bellfort in Bruges. It told the history of the city and was very interesting. You could call up an audio file on your phone that provided an English translation from the Dutch. It didn't start until 10:45 at night, after it got dark.

Ghent

The most impressive parts of most churches, for me, is not the altar but the lectern, like this one in the cathedral in Ghent.

This Ghent cathedral is now really more museum than church, and they charge admission to see the good stuff, like these medieval wall paintings.

A reliquary for the head of John the Baptist.

This is the tomb of Hubert van Eyck, the first painter of the Ghent altarpiece. It was finished by his younger brother Jan van Eyck. 

This is the Ghent altarpiece. It was featured in the movie The Monuments Men. It was undergoing restoration when I was last in Ghent so I had never seen it. 

Another picture of the lectern in Saint Bavo's cathedral in Ghent.

We did a morning boat ride on the canals in Ghent.

Going through a canal tunnel.

The lectern in another church in Ghent.

Back in Lille

The Napoleon bridge at night.

There are tango lessons followed by dancing in the center of the old bourse in Lille on Sunday evenings.

Jan and Paul accompanied Bailey and I on our morning walks when they were in town. She enjoyed showing them her woods.