Bob arrives at the front door with a muddy nose. He looks guilty.
Angus marvels at the size of the hole that's been dug in the lawn.
Bathed and toweled dry the PONs are loaded in the back of the car. Sophie is wearing her patented ' I cannot tell a lie. It was my brother ' look. Angus points out that in a court of law the evidence would be stacked against her.
So begins a Thursday morning with two happy dogs.