Bob and Sophie peer out of the front door only to find it's raining heavily. In fact it's tipping it down. The parched clay soil slurping up the water. A moments hesitation on the hearth and then they're off - heads down, tails up. A quick whoop of delight as they scamper through the orchard. Ten minutes later they reappear. Wet , muddy and very happy. A day for lying, dozing, in the kitchen.
Bob's coat continues to change. It started off looking like a zebras ; then it became an indeterminate melange of black and white. Now he's beginning to look like a Dalmatian. He's also continuing to grow. A robust 21 kilos at this mornings weigh-in. His paws look as though they were designed for a bigger dog. They are quite simply, enormous.