Hurrah! 1000 hits reached today

This is a day for great celebration both in Frogland - it is Bastille day - and in Frog Dog Land where I have just received the wonderful news that today my blog reached a total of 1000 hits. As you can see below, I am ecstatically pleased about this.



Not at all bad for an obscure blog written by a French Pyrennean Pointer about his day to day exploits in the South of France. And all of this has been achieved in just over 16 months since I was a mere pup in arms. I have had hits from over 50 countries from all corners of the world with some of the more unusual ones being Belarus, Vietnam, Bulgaria, and Brazil. The top three are much as expected with France at number 1 (well I am French), United Kingdom at number 2, and the good old USA at number 3.

I have a lovely collection of regular readers including Lise in Provence, Bilo in Morocco,and the Russian Institute of Molecular Biology! And furthermore, there are lots of people who visit me via Auntie Vanilla's wonderful blog of gossip from a small French town, Tilling-sur-Aude (http://tilling-sur-aude.blogspot.com/).

So can I finally post (sic!) a big thank you to you all for being interested and I hope I can continue to inform and amuse for years to come.

DIY with Safety First

Now regular readers will be fully aware that I just love a bit of DIY or Bricolage as they call it here in France, so when Uncle Martin came round to ask dad for a bit of help with some DIY, it was only natural that I should offer to help.



All was going well, but then it was necessary to bring out some fairly serious power tools, so dad said I could only stick around if I wore the appropriate safety equipment. Well never let it be said that I was not an enthusiastic supporter of 'elf and Safety, so I immedately donned the required equipment and continued in my supporting role. In fact, I have to say I think they quite suit me!



The added benefit of Uncle Martin's visit was that he brought the lovely Lily with him, so once my duties were complete, we both had a mad half hour around the garden.

I'm not sure if it is the heat or the fact that I am not as young as I used to be, but I find myself this evening one well pooped pup. That calls for a good kip. Speak to you all again soon.