



Lady H returned from Paris by train and T insisted on travelling the 17km to meet her at the station. He didn't much like the twists and turns in the road. But he was happy to see her and tried to sit in her lap on the way home.

Hello. There is a dog that lives in our village. He is a stray dog. Or more precisely he is a vagabond dog. He gets food from everyone and no-one. He lives everywhere and nowhere (baby). His name is Taillaut (pron. Tie-Ooh!). He was named by his owner who beat him and is now dead. He is about 6 years old. This is his blog.
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