The current wave of panic sweeping the world has had many unintended consequences.
Sadly Penny has become a victim of the madness.
I wrote last January about Penny and her love of the coffee shop. Every time I brought her to the village she would demand a visit. It didn’t matter where I parked she unerringly tried to head in the right direction, like a homing pigeon with a perfect compass.
The routine was always the same. As I drew near to the shop she would march ahead and shoot in the gate, around to the door and then in to greet everyone. She would receive her fistful of chicken and then politely go back out to reserve a table for me.
That has changed.
I noticed the change the first day I visited after the shops reopened. There was the same excitement – she drew ahead of me, shot in the gate and marched up to the door which happened to be open. But she slammed on her brakes and refused to go in. The staff all saw this and proffered her her chicken treat. No. That didn’t work. She flatly refused to cross the threshold. They had to come out to feed her.
It has been the same each subsequent visit. She’ll charge up to the door but that’s it. Nothing on earth, not even a feed of chicken will entice her to enter. We pondered this little conundrum. Nothing had changed so why was she behaving this way? Then it struck us…
They had been liberally spraying the stuff all around as per instructions from The Powers That Be, and there was a distinct aroma in the shop. Penny obviously prefers good fresh air.
Those bastards have a lot to answer for.