The PON duo play tug-of-war. Whenever Sophie wins, she keeps the tug. Bob accepts this with big brotherly good nature.
In the evening Bob walks with me to see how the German billionaires new garage is coming along. They've been installing the winch machinery to the lower floors. Bob finds a large pile of sand left by the workmen. He carefully christens it . At this very moment Brunhilda, the billionaires dog, rushes down the chateau drive barking. Eau de Bob clearly not to her liking. She stands at the gates snarling and growling like a thing possessed. Bob is not bothered. Brunhilda finally gets bored and retreats. He gives me his '' what got into her ? " look.
Off to speak to stern men in dark suits. Here's a calming antidote