Kipling’s First Anniversary

One year ago today…

…we brought Kipling home to live with us.

We met him at the local ASPCA. He had been abandoned and was shaking scared.
And yet, he immediately seemed to set his hopes on us.
We saw at that first meeting that he could get along with Ben and that maybe he would be a good fit in our family.

To read Kipling’s story in my initial post, please click here. 
He was in pretty rough shape when he came to live with us.

His recovery was long but he had Ben, ever the gentleman, to look out for him.
Once he was healed, we started to understand who Kipling truly is. I remember taking the above photo so clearly, it was the first moment that we let him roam off leash in the Alpilles and how he transformed!
For in the country, he is another dog entirely…
…confident, at ease…
…fearless (too much so at times – immediately after the above photo was taken, he ran down the steep ravine that he was looking into until he fell, hurt his paw and dragged himself into a river to heal. Remi had to go down to help bring him back up)…
…and always ready to explore (also at times too much – for while we have trained him to come when we call, he has still given us a few scares and we have to keep a strong eye on him).
His speed and agility are truly amazing and beautiful to behold. 
Each characteristic is a clue as to what his life was before.
We know that he was beaten but that he was allowed to sleep on the bed. That he rode shotgun in the car. That he isn’t afraid of the hottest sun, that he loves the water but not the sea. 
Physically, he has changed as well. Although the fur that was shaved off his belly has not grown back, he is now at a proper weight. His eyes, which were closed slits when he arrived chez nous, are now open and bright.
Kipling is incredibly loyal. 
I believe that he is starting to really get it that we won’t abandon him. While he is incredibly sweet with us at home, I have to admit that he is not always an easy dog in public. Since he has regained his strength, he has become more aggressive against cats, other dogs (of all shapes, sizes and ages) and even towards people if he thinks that I need protecting. That is a job that he takes very seriously and he does very well. Two weeks ago, while Remi was out of town, three men broke into the front hall of our building. Kipling heard them, started barking furiously and scared them away! Good boy, Kip. In the above photo, he is looking for son maitre who is far in the distance. He sat frozen like that until Remi returned. “That dog would follow you to the ends of the earth,” I often say. And he would.
Just as Ben claimed the Napoleon III chaise-longue as a puppy, Kipling immediately decided that the red leather couch near my desk would be “his”. Please excuse the inelegant pose but to see him so relaxed and undefended does my heart good. While he still has a tendency to follow me around from room to room, he has made progress with abandonment issues too. Now, when Remi and I leave the puppers behind when heading out the door, he no longer howls with worry but understands when we tell him, “We will come back.”
But what about Kipling and Ben together?
That too is a work in progress. After a smooth beginning and even some cuddly moments, they have pulled apart. They get along fine but are not the best buddies that I would have hoped them to be. At least not yet. Kipling is only beginning to learn how to play. He doesn’t have a clue what to do with toys and finally learned how to romp with another dog thanks to Ganache, the down-right goofy Rottweiler that lives at La Buissonade. Ben does try but Kipling hesitates. I think that if we are able to move to the country and each dog has more space, this will work itself out. They like each other, I know.
For there are moments, as in this photo taken the other day, that suggest they might be getting closer. Kipling’s arrival was also a challenge for Ben, who was very used to being the king of the roost. While we have continually assured him and showered him with love, he did pull away from Remi and I as well for some months. That too seems to finally be shifting back into a happier exchange as Ben understands that Kipling is here now and that we care for them both, enormously.
Yes, there have been interesting negotiations of power between these two adult male dogs at times but they are subtle. And they have taught each other much as well. Kipling has shown Ben how to really explore the wild and Ben has shown Kipling, well, how to persuade me to give them their dinner (I also love that you can see his tail wagging “all the way around” in the video too)!

Thank you for all that you have taught me too, Kipling. About patience and taking time to work through the challenges of trusting, some of which have taken longer than I could have ever imagined. As someone who grew up with dogs, it has been a humbling experience as well. You are your own dog, Kip. I see that you are trying and am moved by your efforts. It’s just fine to be complex and not perfect as long as you are you. And those extra long walks that you need have done me a lot of good too!

Happy First Anniversary in our Home, Kipling! We love you, little guy.





For more adventures of Kipling and Ben, see here, here, here, here and here!

Back to Joucas and to trust

Limbo lies heavily on my shoulders. While some can see it as the pause before change, I find myself dancing awkwardly, offbeat and caught up in waiting. When asked, “What is your biggest challenge?”, well, I know that my response is relative and a shape-shifter depending on where one is at in a certain point in life. But for right now, if I am being honest, I would have to answer, “Trusting.” So much has been up in the air these past few months, so many glittering balls suspended, yet to tumble down. They will. And I am definitely aware that uncertainty is a part of many of our daily lives. Best then to try and make peace with this parenthesis. When I am present enough, I can decide to root myself in searching for beauty, my balm…
Day in, day out.
Ben reminds me to keep it simple.
Remi reassures me with a quick kiss in passing.
My Sister reminds me to take good care of myself and I know that there is strength to be found in helping others.
(Buy U2’s excellent song “Invisible” on itunes or donate to the Bank of America’s pledge for RED’s fight against AIDS.
or
Take The Valentine’s Day Romantic survey to help BabyHeart: http://womensvoicesforchange.org/80609.htm – thanks Tish!)
And when in limbo, what better a time to ask yourself the important questions.
“Do you have Love for Humankind?” I do and in that I trust. The rest will work itself out.
To listen and watch:

Today’s post is my contribution to the By Invitation Only party. Once a month, a group of bloggers from around the world, write on a specific theme. This month’s theme is “What is your Biggest Challenge?” To discover the other posts, please click here.

Above the clouds

Just a gentle reminder for those of you, like me, whose winter days are currently swathed in near darkness…Above the clouds, so close to Earth, is a shining sun-filled sky. It is just there, on the other side, lest we forget. I know that I can. But that thought came to me this morning while walking the dogs on the quay of the Rhone River and it cheered me immensely. It was like taking a plane from drizzly Paris only to pierce into the Great Blue beyond…
There is still beauty here.
More on Tuesday with a By Invitation Only post, until then I will send you off with some lovely Schubert to keep you company. As a bonus, you can imagine yourself walking along the beach below instead of the quay above.
Have a lovely weekend…

Joucas

I am sliding into my quiet phase, which arrives without fail mid-January and parts sans fanfare in the beginning of March. I would bet that it was the same last year? Let’s see…yes, just the same…but with better writing! For already, I feel the verbal slipping beyond my grasp, as if someone was speaking in the next room but I can’t quite make out the words that they are saying. Fortunately, there are always visuals – in this case photos of the beautiful village of Joucas – to keep the balance in flight. 
Well, I will also add one idea that popped into my redhead this morning, thanks to the wonderful Vickie Lester at Beguiling Hollywood, who was extolling her appreciation for the kindness present – the goodwill too – of her interactions on the internet, something for which I am exceedingly grateful as well. Her remark reminded me of a conversation that I had with Remi yesterday in which he was discussing the idea of “home” as a place where you are understood. I thought about that quite a bit. And while I realize that many of you visit to discover the glories of this beautiful Provence, there are also those that are here because you share a bit of understanding with me. It is something I most certainly do not take for granted. Even in this quiet time, especially so.

PS. My sister sent me a screen shot of her weather forecast yesterday – with the windchill it was -29°F! 
So no matter where you are, cuddle up, take good care and enjoy:
PPS. For those of you that have inquired (merci!), you can find me on Instagram at lostinarles

The market at Ventimiglia

“Wait until you see how different it is. Only a fifteen minute drive over the border and yet the ambiance completely changes!” My friend Jennifer is not one to make casual promises, especially when food is concerned. Already, during our visit to Menton, she had delivered me to a bakery that had been voted the best in all of the South and South-West of France! Can you imagine? That is quite impressive – as was the pesto and tomato stuffed roll that I munched on with delight.
I had been secretly hoping that we would make it to the market at Ventimiglia as I have always enjoyed  her various posts on the subject. Italy makes me dream. Shhh! Don’t tell Remi. But it does. 
After several rainy days, the clouds were ripped away to reveal a blinding sky. It was the perfect benediction to “Go! Avanti!” And oh, the town itself! Sandwiched in between the snowy peaks of the Alps and a surfer-studded sea with frothy palms lining the boulevards? I believe that stunning is the proper word to describe the scene.

The indoor market was decked out for the holidays, even if many of the agricoltore were still home for Natale

…and yet a distinctively low-key vibe whistled through the air. Yes, Jennifer was right–what a change from the bling of the Côte d’Azur! There was no hurry. Why hurry under such a sun?

Take time! Eat socca! So we did. I loved the people-watching. A lot of beautifully dressed women and men…

…who carefully eyed the goods at each stand, pinching and smelling as they went.

And yes, even though Ventimiglia is only a three hour drive from Arles, the items on offer were quite different. Such as these beautifully prepared artichokes…

…and mandarines gift-wrapped with the name of La Fortunella.
If I had been staying in the region longer I would have pounced on the little pre-made Minestrone packets and the tender zucchini’s with their delicate flowers! Sadly, we won’t see those in Provence for several months to come.

And of course there is mozzarella, the vera mozarella di buffala that has absolutely nothing to do with the rubbery softballs that I buy…

…not to mention the artisanal cured meats from Calabresi…

…or house-made pillowy panettoni (will someone explain to me why I didn’t buy this?).

I did finally cave for the parmesan that you see above and oh I wish that I had taken home more! Two absolutely giant wedges of 18 month old parmigiano reggiano (Jennifer helped choose them for me, she says that they should have a slightly sweet fragrance) were only a little over 10 Euros! Less than half the price in France, plus, the kind vendor gave me a little salame to boot. When does that happen at the market in Arles? Never, that’s when. She also put their card in with my purchases as she knew that I will be back. And I will. The cheese exceeded my expectations.

The flower section offered similarly surprising bargains. One Euro a stem for wild orchids? It began to be overwhelming…

So, purchases in hand, we dived back into the blue, strolling past the leather goods and cashmere vendors (I had to stop often to touch various sweaters and scarves but alas was “good”)…
…until Jennifer installed us on the terrace of a café. At the end of December! We finally had to move inside as I was getting sun-burned. Isn’t that something?

PS. A tip for the wise: when dining out with a vegetarian friend, if you are given a plate of focaccia and prosciutto for the aperitivo, well then that means prosciutto jackpot for you!

This wonderful afternoon left us both feeling very happy and more than a little hungry.
Ciao, ciao Ventimiglia! Arrividerci! Baci!

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