Sophie demolishes a flowerpot every night. On a good night she'll make it two . Bob continues in his quest for snails and worms . These have to be brought indoors to be fully savoured. We draw the line at bees. Both of them ignore the freshly cut lawn preferring to play in the thick mud around Monsieur Bozo's recently installed septic tank.
A new pizza parlour in town. This is the fifth in the three and half years we've been here. They open for a couple of months, discover there's no market, then close. This one offers ' quiche pizza '.
Six in the morning. Bob and Sophie are out in the garden. Yesterdays Le Monde in the process of being finely shredded by those razor sharp pirana teeth. Black bags in hand Angus finds himself following the little angels around while singing a one line ditty : '' How much poo can a little PON do ? ". The glorious days of puppy hood.