Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Autumn arrives.






Autumn arrives and with it thick mist. 'The font' heads back to London to see the thumb surgeon. Angus works in the garden planting Mahonias - the only thing that seems to thrive on this thick clay soil. Sophie looks for acorns under the oak trees. She eats them. Bob does his glum '' I've lost a sheep " routine.

Spirits pick up at lunchtime when the angelic duo smell a bacon sandwich cooking. 

17 comments:

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Bacon makes all problems recede.

We saw that stray dog story on the News tonight.

VirginiaC said...

Your bacon sandwiches will help to lessen the pain of the Font being away....

Julie said...

Can you tell its Autumn by the muddy paws ? Or is that an all year round thing ?
Hope the Fonts remembered her umbrella,wet mist and damp in London today!

SAS said...

There is a silver ring not quite over Sophie's head. I'm thinking a slightly askew halo?

Kari said...

When in doubt, offer bacon.

JacksDad said...

I hope they each got their own bacon sandwich. After all, it's only fair!

waterdog said...

Angus, we usually read your blog from the US. This week we are in Lyon and Paris so we will be able to read about the Pon exploits in real time. Always interesting no matter what the time zone.
Teddy's companions.

Anonymous said...

If those are Mahonias in the first picture, they are beautiful, exotic and Rousseau-esque. A wonderful touch. Bacon is always good. Better with chocolate but not for dogs.
Vancouver Barbara

Angus said...

Bacon the greatest cure all !
Arthur is becoming very famous.

Angus said...

They will !

Angus said...

Yes - I'm told it's cab weather.

Angus said...

A halo with Sophie ? Improbable.

Angus said...

You're a PON mind reader !

Angus said...

Hope the weather holds.

Angus said...

They grow 10-12 feet high here. In Scotland they'd barely reach 4 feet .

Angus said...

Maybe next time ?

Heda said...

A late comment because I've been galavanting. Sophie is not silly. Acorns are edible. A bit sour but perfectly edible. Poor Bob. A bacon sarnie is by far the best cure,