Brad brought the other 12 sheep today to the safe haven of the Fondation Brigitte Bardot. They will live there forever and teach the dogs the philosophy of Brad. Books are for eating! Mäh! You can help to spread Brad’s word by donating for the Fondation. Donating money of course, though Brad says you can donate dry sheepfood, hay and carrots too. He’s not picky.
La Mare Auzou Fondation Brigitte Bardot (French website)
Brad, the sheep guru, teaching me how to feed sheep properly.
I’d like to say thank you to everybody that has been following my blog, reading and commenting my posts. I’m closing this blog more or less, since there is no point in writing about Normandy, when I’m not in Normandy. I will by all means continue to use my Flickr-account. It’s most likely that I won’t have internet or telephone for a certain amount of days.
I’m still waiting for the man from the Fondation Brigitte Bardot. They said they would take the sheep.
Phex died in October 2014. He was over 14 years old. He was very handsome and looked like Lassie. He got dementia in the end and couldn’t sleep anymore because of hallucinations. We tried Cortisone, but he got stomach bleeding from the Cortisone so we thought it might be time to say goodbye. He was on the sofa, surrounded by his family and the vet has put him to sleep. Couldn’t tell it in public, because I knew we wouldn’t stay forever, and my employers insisted on my having two big guard dogs the whole time. While they didn’t want to pay for any vet costs, or treatment against parasites. And because I couldn’t write in public about my situation anymore, I stopped to write here entirely.
Phex in August 2014
But in March I got a female Bernese by name of Disa. We bought her from an animal shelter and she’s „fofolle“. That translates to „insane“ and it means she’s scared of everything, especially of cars and people and once she decides, that a human is not a threat, she jumps on them and puts her arms around their neck. I’m always dirty and the car has scratches everywhere. But we love her nevertheless. And there’s always hope that one day she’ll behave. She’s already a bit better… somehow… Disa comes with us to Germany.
Bach died in April 2015. He had a very agressive cancer. He had two small surgeries and a treatment with Cortisone. It didn’t help. So we thought it’s time to say goodbye. He was the nicest dog I ever met and he was beautiful. I will remember him and all the other dog I had here until I myself get dementia or die. I’ve had his corpse incinerated and the ashes are already on their way to Germany.
Bach in January 2015
Rudi died at the end of September 2015, right after I got my dismissal more or less without notice. His state was getting worse and worse and he couldn’t bear any pain anymore. He couldn’t shit since 2012 and I had to empty him with my fingers every second day. I didn’t want to let him go, he had been my best friend nearly his whole life. I got him when he was approximately 2 months old. Somebody had thrown the emaciated puppy out of a car window. He didn’t want to leave me either. It had to be done. I’ve had his corpse incinerated and the ashes are already on their way to Germany.
Rudi in July 2015
The three cats Schlafmütz, Miniputz and Farbexplosion are alright and go with us to Germany.
Miniputz at the rotten window of the cat’s bedroom outside on the rotten roof over the bathroom.
Just have to reblog this. I mean, come on, what do you think when I would suggest to you “Get Married and Be Submissive! ” Kinky? Sadly not.
Noch letzten Dienstag
war ich mein eigner Gott.
Mein Herz der Eisberg,
auf den die Titanic fuhr.
Im nächsten Moment eine Pfütze.
Nur ganz leicht salzig.
Obvious reason why there won’t be an English version, it’s a poem.
You can find the English heads-up : here.
In der letzten Minute ein seriös klingendes Angebot. Schafverkauf abgesagt. Froh auf dem Tisch tanzen bitte. Morgen überlegt sie es sich vielleicht schon wieder anders. Dann bin ich (wieder) eine Idiotin. was mach ich jetzt mit dem melodramatischen Schafvideo von heute Abend?