Sophie still hasn't got the hang of the yogurt pot. She parades around with the empty carton willing it to refill itself. When that fails she sits in front of me with a look on her face that says " You fill it ! ".
We leave the PONs at home and head off to the little market town. Just as well they've been left behind. A man walking his Labrador, off the lead, has a fight with a man in a black track suit walking his Maltese on a lead. The Maltese owner shouts at the Labrador then kicks it. The Labradors owner is unhappy. A conversation along the lines of " You got a problem mate ? " 'You're dead right I've got a problem ! ' ensues and before you know it they're wrestling on the ground. People stop what they're doing and stare. Children scream. The two men have to be physically separated. The only ones unperturbed by this turn of events are the two dogs.
Back home in the village the sun shines, beer kegs are delivered to the Salle des Fetes for the rugby final and Bob and Sophie sit at the fence and howl at deer in the field below.
Just another day with happy dogs. Too unremarkable for a diary but too important to go completely unrecorded.