Yesterday it was autumn. Today it's high summer. There's a band of dark cloud shrouding the horizon to the West but up here on the ridge it's bright and sunny.
Bob and Sophie are in fine form. Bob chases something in a hedgerow. He thinks he's being stealthy but he makes a noise like a small rhinoceros. Whatever he's chasing quickly goes. Sophie stands by me and watches a lapis lazuli Kingfisher search for pollen in the brambles. Bob reappears. He's wearing his " nothing for you to worry about " look. I laugh. When they get home they spend half an hour savaging each other.
Sophie has finally had enough. It's time to finish the game and go inside. She signals her change of mood by grabbing the end of Bobs tail and holding on tight. Bob, who is a remarkably happy dog, accepts this sisterly misbehaviour with resigned good grace.
This is an interesting article on dogs drinking habits:http://news.discovery.com/animals/pets/why-dogs-are-sloppier-drinkers-than-cats-141124.htm