Bob is a pretty affable fellow. The sort of tail wagging dog who greets visitors in the eternal hope that they might be bringing sausages ... or bacon. All the more surprising that while I was away a very different side to him was on display.
On Tuesday afternoon a man arrives at the front gate. A local farmer selling onions. Bob immediately goes wild. He throws himself at the gate. The affable family fellow snarling like a thing possessed. Sophie follows suit although being ferocious isn't her forte. Faced with two suddenly feral dogs 'The Font' apologises to the visitor and asks him to come another day. Afterwards Bob stands on his stump seat barking for all of five minutes to make absolutely sure the man has gone.
Can dogs judge character ?
Angus must admit to being quite happy if certain folk think we have 'chiens mechants'. There are some people, like the onion seller, one doesn't want to see ever again.
The PON's bad manners are forgiven.