Bob and Angus will be going to watch a rugby match. A professional event that will ( hopefully ) involve more than two teams of local farmers wandering affably up one side of the pitch and back down the other. Bob knows that an outing is in store because he's started to snort . A sure sign of happiness overload.
Sophie will be staying at home. This is nothing to do with a misplaced belief that a boy dog will enjoy a rugby match and a girl dog won't.
Rather, it is a recognition that Sophie has three voluble personae that she displays at public gatherings. These are:
1) I'm bored. Take me home.
2) I'm hungry. Take me home.
3) I don't like the look of that man. Let me at him.
She can also be counted on to turn on her back and fall indecorously asleep just as the final whistle blows .
As a recompense Sophie will be taster in chief as the dinner time roast chicken is prepared. She will also take all Bobs soft toys out of the box and drop them in the courtyard.
The practicalities of a damp Sunday in deepest France profonde with two Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.