Sunday, September 8, 2013
Who overcometh By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Eight months old. Sophie has become a fiercely independent girl. She's happy to sit out in the cherry orchard on her own , watching the blackbirds, hurtling after butterflies or barking at squirrels. Bob is the opposite. He has been put on this earth to spend every waking moment with his family. Wherever you are you can be sure Bob will find you. That unmistakable " Hello ! I was just wondering what we're going to do now ? " approach to life.
Our male PON has a problem. He will not climb the inside stairs. He's happy to trot up and down the stone steps to the terrace , but the wooden polished ( slippery ) , dark ( spooky ) inside staircase is quite beyond him. The fact that his sister has no problem climbing it drives him to distraction.
Bob may not be able to make his way onto the newly painted bedroom floors but he has worked out that if he sleeps at the bottom of the staircase all the comings and goings in the house have to pass him by. That sheepdog herding instinct.