Bob hears the church bells, barks and appears in the kitchen. His day has started.
Sophie isn't far behind. She gets a morning kiss. This is not appreciated.
Bob leaps into the back of the car and sits in his sisters spot. This causes a ruckus. After much howling Bob repositions himself . The angelic duo are then ready for their morning excursion into town.
Easter eggs make a appearance en masse on the supermarket shelves.
We try a baker we've never been to before. The choice unexciting. The PONs are ignored. The baker will not be on our fixtures list. Sophie gives a '' we shall not return " yelp as we leave. The Scarlett O'Hara of the dog world.
So starts a Sunday morning in deepest France profonde. It would be a quiet Sunday morning were it not for the PONs belief that every day should be greeted exuberantly.
The French teacher phones to say she's spotted the first procession of poisonous caterpillars. Her two Labradors are now kept on their leads. Bob and Sophie will be too. http://anglophone-direct.com/pine-processionary-caterpillars/