Ipso

Ipso, the name to which the little white haired terrier I live with responds to, had himself quite the adventure this past weekend, or so we assume. The gentile chien went for his normal walk through the neighborhood on Thursday afternoon, and failed to return. His absence was noted at dinnertime and a search part was organized. Alas, Ipso was not found. His mother Brigitte, desperate for his safe and swift return, placed flyers by his usual stomping grounds, fearing the worst. Days went by and chez Trubert became more and more a sad place, as often happens in the homes of lost companions. The young American returned home on Sunday evening, fearful that the sad truth about the old dog had finally been brought to light. Fortunately this girl was mistaken, for when she arrived at the front door, who was there to greet her but Ipso, just like it was any other day! He was waiting patiently at the door, eager for a good dinner and a nice long nap. His timing could not have been better because, it just so happened that Brigitte and the American were making Potage Parmentier (the first recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking, by Juilia Child) that night. So after a long nap, some good food, and a visit to the doggy spa, Ipso has rejoined the family once again. But where did he go? and why? The answer may be found in a recent visitor to Rennes. Brigitte's ex, who Ipso has never liked, due to the fact that he did not treat his mother with the upmost respect to which she is deserved, came into town to visit the children on Thrusday, and left on Sunday.... curious indeed.