The very old farmer is sitting on the bench in the middle of the village green . Every morning as regular as clockwork, or as regularly as his angina will allow, he wanders over to the graveyard and sits by the side of his wife's tomb for an hours chat. '' Bonjour M'Ongoose. I've just been over measuring up my new house ". He points towards the graveyard as he says this.
'' Tu es sage " he says to Sophie . She moves closer so that she can get a tickle behind the ear. Bob gets stroked under his chin. Neither of them in the slightest bit alarmed by this strange figure . Some, a few, people alarm them and they shy away. Others , the majority, they accept without hesitation. Is it the self confidence of the human in question or something else ? The secrets of a dogs judgement.