We spend the morning collecting mushrooms. There's enough to fill four large bin bags. After a longer than usual lie in Sophie reappears as bright as rain. She's wearing her ' what hallucinogenic mushrooms ? ' face.
Mindful of the night before ( and Sophie's peculiar antics ) Bob displays his 'steadfast and true' big brother attributes. He divides his time between shepherding his flock and checking on his sister.
On our journey through Europe we've dealt with tongue destroying processionary caterpillars, poisonous toads, piroplasmosis bearing ticks, arsenic laced chicken laid down by Italian hunters and discarded organo-phosphate sacks dumped by Umbrian fly tippers. To this list can now be added mood altering mushrooms. A dog owners education is never complete. Thank heavens for the reliable vets who've been there when needed.