'The Font' and Bob head off for a power walk round the lake. Sophie stays at home. Bob, is a cheerful 'Hello' sort of dog. Sophie is less receptive to strangers. She's more of a ' You're not my family. Don't come near me ' sort of girl.
Master and family princess set of on a long walk. Down the ridge to the stream, past the waterfall, then onto the lake. Bob is a rapid walker. Sophie is a reflective ' let me sniff this one more time in case I can eat it ' type of companion. A walk that usually takes forty minutes stretches to an hour and a half.
Afterwards we head off to the fancy cafe by the canal. Sophie gets not one but two biscuits. The waiter and the kitchen staff talk to her. The diva pretends not to be interested in all this attention and stares resolutely at her feet.
Sophie refuses her food. This is the first time in two and a half years she hasn't wolfed down what's been put in front of her. Eyes bright, nose wet but lethargic and drinking lots and lots of water. Perhaps the heat on our seven am walk was too much for her ? More probably she's been out in the garden digging up bulbs and then eating them. She even looks glum.