Today started off much like any other Saturday morning at Casa Pecora Nera.
I was gently snoring as Mrs Sensible deposited a mug of English tea next to our bed and said get up.
Get out off bed.
Erh why, it’s Saturday?
Because YOU promised to help Tracey with her grape harvest.
While Mrs S went upstairs to have a bath, I naturally went back to sleep.
I was rudely awaken by the sound of those big bells they tie around the neck of goats, sheep and even cows.
As I lay there listening to the sheep bells in the lane outside our house, I wondered whether to invite the shepherd and his sheep into our garden, because I think the last time the grass was cut was sometime in June.
Miss Jessica did a great job cutting the grass in June, even if I did distract her by accidentally spraying her with the hosepipe.
I was just about to get out of bed, when the sound of the bells was suddenly coming from our garden. Problem solved, no invite needed.
When I looked out of the window, I was amazed to see, not sheep and goats but three scabby dogs running around my garden, complete with bells around their necks. All the cats had mysteriously disappeared, even Mishmash.
Two of the dogs shared an amazing resemblance to Gilder, the incredibly fat but short legged dog.
I am sure you remember Gilder’s escapades with Scooby Doo the Machiavellian cat.
Quickly I ran outside and heard Dottoressa Paula telling the hunter off. It seems she was also annoyed that the hunter had no control over his dogs.
Dottoressa Paula is famous for rallying the local policeman’s car in the vineyard.
While Dottoressa Paula remonstrated with the hunter and told him to unload his rifle while she was shouting at him.
I used some of my newly acquired italian to also shout at him.
Dott Paula: (In perfect Italian) If you can’t control your dogs, they should be on a leash!
Me: ( My version of Italian) My cat now on roof, you going him fetch?
Dott Paula: Unload your gun, while you are talking to me.
Me: Your dogs going my garden fetch now!!
Our little tag team went on for a good five minutes until the hunter decided to shuffle off down the lane, with five assorted dogs following him.
As he left us I asked.
Do you know word I’m sorry? Yes or No?
He stood there looking confused, maybe he was trying to understand my question or what the word sorry means.
After a quick espresso with the kind but formidable Dottoressa I went off to pick grapes at Tracey’s
Tracey runs a bed and breakfast near me, her website is http://laroccaitalia.com and each year I help her and her friends to pick the grapes and ultimately drink some of the wine.
So why have we named this years wine Château LaFeet?
Because it is traditional for the girls to tread the grapes before we send them off to be fermented into wonderful wine.
I raise a glass of Château LaFeet to all my friends in bloggo land.