There is a sort of epilogue to yesterday’s post about names, a chance meeting coming home from taking Finbar for his trot yesterday. We were rounding the corner by the library just opposite the market, Finbar surging ahead, dead keen to be getting back to his comfy chair, when he pulled up short, nose to nose with the most enormous, Rotweiller, a head the size of a calf’s and slavver dripping from its chops.

Finbar backed up, the beast followed, I tensed up. It had a muzzle dangling round its bull neck like a necklace, but wasn’t on a lead. It lurched at Finbar who skittered to one side as the Rot’s owner appeared, beer can in hand, and shouted at his pet.

“Leave it, Pâquerette!”

If you don’t know what a Pâquerette is, here’s a pic of one. Sweet.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Coda”

  1. Lol! Hilarious! But coming face to face with a slavering Rott… Not so. Glad you’re OK, they are quite scary looking hounds before they’ve even done anything!

    1. I don’t like Rotts. It isn’t their fault but I find them ugly. The ones that terrify me are the Argentine Dogos. We have loads of them here and the owners don’t seem to have heard of dog collars and leads.

      1. Oh I never heard of them. Rotts are bad enough. Dobermans are bloody scary looking too.

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