Thursday, November 5, 2015
Known to the police.
The tree surgeons arrive ( two months late ) to trim the branches damaged in the August 'storm of the century'.
A howling Sophie hurtles out of the front door to let them know she's on their case.
Bob takes a more relaxed approach to the visitors.
He picks up Furry Fox ......
..... observes the intruders and their spawn of Satan power saw ....
..... and then barks at them from behind the safety of a lime tree.
It has to be said that barking with a Furry Fox in your mouth is not an intimidating canine characteristic.
Sophie stands yapping by the tree mens truck, uncowed by the evil power saw that so alarms her brother. In a human incarnation Sophie would be the sort of high living girl who'd be 'known to the police'.
So starts a day in deepest France profonde with two irrepressibly happy family dogs.