Saturday, May 23, 2015
The sun just rising as we go out. It's fresher this morning. A cold front hovering out in the Bay of Biscay. Not that the PONs notice. Bob waits patiently on the village green while his sister forages for something indescribable in the Old Farmers ditch.
We walk out along the ridge. The little river with its waterfall on one side, the track down to the lake on the other.Bob forges ahead. His sister dawdles behind. He wants to explore. She has to sniff everything. This morning Bob opts for a detour down to the lake.
The builders and PONs have settled into a routine. Bob barks at them when they arrive. He then ignores them for the rest of the day. Sophie yelps at them, constantly. This it must be said is not a defensive yelp but a '' why aren't you paying me more attention ? " yelp.
The morose lads have now been trained to throw the furry fox before they head off for lunch and again in the evening. Bob is satisfied.