Once upon a time c'era

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF...sort of like a cold which seems to be propagating all over the garden, in the yard, on the West Portico and under the olive trees. SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF...continues the noise as it seems to circle around everything checking out this and that and the other. SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF attached to a wet black nose which is attached to a Beagle, Harrier to be precise, who happens to also be part baracuda since she has the incredible habit of biting everything and pulling it around all over the place. SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF continues all the time while she is awake whether it is a butterfly, a bee, a wasp, a flower, a piece of fruit dropped under the tree where is was too ripe to stay in place, an old bone which she dug up and just has to bring it on the West Portico. You'd think that the youngest of our canine family would be happily sleeping in the shade of the olive trees instead of following her nose everywhere it takes her in this wonderful Spring season!

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF with her tail in the air like a flagpole, the hackles on her back in the same position and her ears horizontal as they flapflapflap in the air which whooshes by her as she literally races all over the place around and around the house through the grove and under the trees....SNIFFSNIFFSNIFF forever. Could be her motto.

SNIFFSNIFFSNIFF jumping in the air to get the birds who fly overhead. Raising havoc as she thunders through the flock of pidgeons which have landed in the yard to peck up some seeds. SNIFFSNIFFSNIFF......

if only yours truly could convince her that the helicopter of the Forest Patrol isn't some sort of enormous bug...it is her favorite. Don't know if it is the noise or if it is the flight path it takes over the house but she literally goes nuts for it and when she can't get it after having jumped as high as she can and has SNIFFSNIFFSNIFFed it in all directions she sort of looks at yours truly, sort of gives a canine wink and trots off to SNIFFSNIFFSNIFF somewhere else.

una giovane cagnetta che aveva la bella abitudine di sniffare di qua sniffare di la continuamente in tutte le stagioni. Ma come tutte le cagnette di buona razza caccia questa piccolina era particolarmente felice durante la stagione della primavera perche era la stagione di nascità dopo un inverno lungo di profumi pesanti e forti tipo 'peste di cinghiale' e altre cose gradevole per nasi canini.

Gioiosamente vivendo in campagna fuori in tutte le stagioni la piccolina crebbe e divenne un beaglcuda vivace e alta. Avete vista senz'altro la sua foto in questo blog nei primi poste messi su da yours truly.

La si vede ora vivere correndo dietro i profumi, gli odori, le pesti che volano nel aria e a vederla intenta a scovare la direzione della preda con la coda ritta, i peli sulla schiena collo e testa alti come piccoli antennini, il tartufo(che è così che si chiama il naso dei cani) alzato e fremente mentre letteralmente risucchia tutto ciò che porta il vento....

è uno delle ragioni che la vita nel mondo delle ulivi ci piace...

e tanto.

PS: però non riusciamo farla capire che quel elicottero della forestale non è una preda tanto ambita!