At half time Sophie ( who is still on her hunger inducing medication ) leads her brother and her master off in the direction of the stand that sells 'dubious' hot dogs. The smell of these evil concoctions has wafted, temptingly, across from the car park to where she's been sitting. When told she's not getting one she emits a high pitched squeal of frustration. Her dying pig routine. Sophie's picked up, howling, and deposited in the back of the car. We miss the second half of the match. Not that this is any great loss. Both teams are displaying what can best be described as a post Sunday lunch aversion to exertion.
When the PON duo get home they start digging in the orchard. Sophie's paws turn black. Angelic on the outside, pure mischief inside.