In this mornings local paper a story of a 9 year old Labrador found dead in the canal, paws tied together and with a weight round its neck. Thrown in alive and left to drown.
The photo of the flimsy blue ribbon used to tie the paws says more than words ever can. A brutal corruption of trust. What lies behind it ? Unaffordable vets bills? A new partner ? There are times when it's best to stick with only asking questions that you can answer.
On our morning walk the male PON is told, as he is every morning, that this is his home. Today he gets an extra scratch behind the ear.
The female PON would also have got a tickle but she's opted to stay in the kitchen and help 'The Font' eat breakfast.
Bob detours into the corn field and rolls and rolls in the wind flattened corn. He reappears with a spring in his step. I give silent thanks for this laughter inducing companion. If only all dogs and their owners had moments like these.
A record of those things too unimportant for a diary but too important to go completely unrecorded.