Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Not so quickly.
A chill start to the day but the sun is soon out and the mercury rising. Bob spends the morning with his nose and paws out of the front door. His serious ' I'm not asleep. I'm guarding the house with my eyes closed ' look. Sophie digs up the lawn looking for moles.
Fewer pilgrims now. The few that do wander past are greeted with enthusiasm, if not panache, by the PON's.
What has gone on in the kennels is a matter of conjecture but Bob has lost three pounds and Sophie has gained two. We have our suspicions. At dinner time Sophie wolfs down her food then lets out her ear splitting ' there's a cat out there ' yelp. Bob stops eating and rushes to the door. Sophie moves to her brothers bowl and starts to devour his kibbles. The intervention of a human saying ' not so quickly sister ' stops her. Bob, happy and innocent as ever, returns to his dinner, oblivious to his sisters tricks.