Friday, July 25, 2014
A joy that's shared is a joy made double.
We set off down the ox track towards the stream. By the time we get there the sun is slowly rising above the sunflower fields. The PON's are kept on their leads. For me it's just another walk. For them it's a huge adventure. This morning there's the scent of deer and fox and hare and mouse and vole and badger and who knows what else. Olfactory drama. As we climb back up the hill Bob and Sophie leap inelegantly at swarms of butterflies. The butterflies scatter, safely, in all directions. Bob and Sophie don't care about being inelegant. On a sunny morning like this pure happiness makes young dogs feel as light as air.
Back for a drink from the bee mans bucket. Water from a bucket always tastes better than water from a bowl. The duo then clamber in the back of the car for the next part of the daily routine - the illicit half croissant at the cafe under the arcades. Can it get any better ? At the market Square Bob hurries his sister and his owner along.
Those daily routines too inconsequential to be written in a diary but too important to a dog owner to go totally unrecorded. That slow cementing of absolute trust.