Sophie rushes out of the front door to greet the post lady and promptly gets stung. There is a moments silence. Then the diva routine starts. And what a routine. Hold up your paw, slump on your side, turn on your back, then howl. Repeat - frequently.
Her paw is washed. She complains loudly. By now Sophie's making such a noise we wonder if perhaps she's broken a bone in her foot. 'The Font' loads the princess into the back of the car in readiness for a trip to the vet. Satisfied that she is now the undisputed centre of attention Sophie's symptoms magically ( and immediately ) disappear. Previous generations of PONs were stoic. This is not a word one would associate with Sophie. The vet gives her the once over. Possibly a frelon sting. An anti-inflammatory and and anti-biotic. Pomade twice a day.
Bob observes Sophie and 'The Font' return home . He wears his ' Blimey ! What's up with her ? ' face. This is a look he dons quite frequently.
From breakfast time onwards Accuweather predicts ' rain starts in 9 minutes' . By dinner time we're beginning to doubt the accuracy of the forecast. Waco heat mixed with Galveston humidity. The rain never reaches us.
Just one of those long hot summer days with two lively dogs.