Yesterday, I was on the river path with the dogs near my house. There were no cars. We only saw one young man with a golden retriever running ahead of us. I spent sometimes on the rock bank of the river throwing sticks. Only Kate went all of the way in.
When we got to the obvious end, where the river bends and the trail gets thin and rough, we stopped for a minute. Suddenly, I heard a screaming crying sound out of the woods on the other side of the river. I couldn't see anything but the crying continued. It sounded like a man, crying, sobbing in pain.
I yelled "hello!!!!!! into the woods...There was an echo as we are in a deep canyon in this spot. The river has carved into the earth and made steep cliffs on either side.
I kept yelling...Hello!!! I was ready to get in the water and go across to help someone, but I started to think that it might be a boar that was shot and dying. There was no one around to ask....so we went back to the parking...very far away. I saw a man in the kayak shed. He was not local ( in France, you can see on the license plate where someone is from. I live in 06...he was 63.) I explained in my best french, but he thought it might be a boar too...( un sanglier).
I was left with that haunting cry and thinking about a poor animal suffering. It was horrible.
and
Today I planned on making 3 quick stops in town. I parked right up in the closest parking spot practically right in the outside cafe of the local restaurant. Luckily, it was 11:30 so there were only a few people there. Somehow, I got into alarm mode with my car....the horn kept going off...everyone was looking...so embarrassed!!!!. I finally got it to stop and then tried to start the car again...the same thing...everyone looking again...people inside craning their necks trying to see who the idiot is whose car is going off. There were 2 men ( workers) drinking their 11:30 beer, sitting on the same side of the table, about 10 feet away from me...I got the window rolled down and asked for help. HELP!!!
Aidez moi!
I had one more segment of screaming car horn when we finally figured it out...I had to use the clicker...Helloooo...I didn't even think of the clicker until the last thing.
All nerved up, I started backing up but of course, as with the tradition in France, some person did not want to wait for me to back out, they zipped behind me, but I didn't see them. Luckily, Kate's friend
( who has a big scar right down the middle of his face like he was hit with a machete) stopped me...and then helped me. Thank god. He is of the persuasion that does not like dogs, but Kate puts her head in his lap and his heart melts. He is an example of a person that has assimilated, some, but he is in his 60's.
I appreciate his help.
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