Thursday, February 11, 2016
Puddles, peas and beans.
It may be cold and windy in the North. Here it's just wet. Very wet. Bob is waiting for me when I come down the stairs. His tail bangs in delight against the hall table.
Sophie yelps to let me know she's awake. Then the two of them look at me. They are in a ' raring to go ' mood. In fact they're in a 'raring to go' mood every morning.
We head off to the little market town for lunch. We're given a quiet 'dog owners' booth at the back. Bob and Sophie consider going over to introduce themselves to two ladies on the other side of the restaurant but are 'discouraged'. Bob, who senses steak, gives the ladies his best ' I love you ' look. The waitress brings them each a bowl of peas and beans. They eat then fall asleep. As Angus pays the bill Bob tries his matinee idol charm on a group of diners at a table by the door. This involves sitting and staring . He's ignored.
On our way back to the car park it rains. The PONs leap in and out of puddles. They also drink out of them.
Just another quiet day with dogs. Puddles, peas and beans. Can it get any better ?