Another grey day. No sign of the kitchen fitters. Instead, we are joined by Caroline, the unhappy cleaning lady. Today she is in one of her stomping, slamming and muttering moods. This is the cue for Angus to head off with the PONs to the stream. While I get ready, the PONs very sensibly, wait outside on their 'perch'.
After an hour of ferreting in hedgerows Sophie ends up looking frightful. Her appearance isn't improved by a 'robust' game of tug-of-war with her brother.
In the afternoon the family princess heads off in the car with 'The Font'. She returns to find Bob standing at the front door with HER toy in his mouth. Sophie expresses her displeasure - forcefully.
That wonderful age where both dogs and owners know their respective roles. You could call it living with 'channeled mischief '. Or, perhaps that should be ' partially channeled mischief '.