Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.
Oh dear. You are in trouble. I groomed Merlin this morning. He isn't talking to me at the moment.
That was quick. Amends after the morning walk?
Good to have the flock all together again.
Sophie looks pleading as if to ask "Why did you leave me". She's waiting for a saussage offering to forgive you.
You should have offered her yogurt
Welcome back. You'll have to make up for your absence with lots of tickles, rug surfing, and fair few games of throw the latest soft toy. Surely you didn't forget the sausages?
Oh my. Such a stare from your diva PON! This could take a while...