The unruly little eight year old tyke is up and about early. While waiting for the 7.40 am school bus he rattles the metal railings with a stick. To add to his enjoyment he rings the bell. This combination of rattling and the ding-dong of the bell 'electrifies' the PONs.
The mornings much lighter now. We can venture out onto the lane without having to worry about the school secretary racing through the pre-dawn dark in her little Renault. At the 'S' bend at the top of the ridge the farmer is planting out onions. He stops and gets out of his tractor to say hello. Bob and Sophie sniff his boots. He says that cold weather is due to arrive next week.
Further down the hill the PONs disappear into a potato field. They reappear twenty yards further ahead. Bob looks over his shoulder to make sure I'm still there. Sophie charges on oblivious to everything other than the scent she's chasing. Down in the valley the house owned by the Spanish family remains locked up. It's been like this for a year. They're discovering that the love affair with a second home quickly fades.
Finally we're back at the front gate. Bob makes it clear he'd like a game of Throw the Furry Fox. He doesn't so much run round the garden as fly round it. Aren't dogs supposed to get tired ?
Sophie waits inside for 'The Font' to appear. If she plays her cards right she might get the end bit of a breakfast croissant - again.
So starts another day with dogs.
Here's something eccentric from Texas to start off the new week with a smile : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaZIzqjI54c
I've just noticed that the train is made by two brothers - Eugene and Corky - which somehow is what you'd expect.