_July 21st._--This evening (being fine) we walked past the Trianons.
We met a shepherd with a flock of Andalusian sheep, and two fine dogs
with pieces of wood hung to their necks. He had a crook in his hand,
and a bag with a bottle in it by his side; one end of his crook was
brass, and at the other there was a kind of little spade. We stopped
to talk with the shepherd. Papa asked him what the dogs' names were;
he answered 'Petit et Beau-Rouge.' The wood was round their necks so
that he might know them. He said that he used the crook to catch the
sheep by their legs. He told us that the use of the spade was to punish
his dogs, and to explain what he meant, he dug up a piece of earth and
threw it at them. Papa asked what was in his bottle. 'Méchant cidre,'
he answered. Papa gave him a franc to fill the bottle.