Colder weather. The air crystal clear. Bob and his master sit on the storm drain and watch the sun rise. Back in The Rickety Old Farmhouse Sophie is having her breakfast prepared. After a bowl of kibbles and rice her outlook on life is much improved.
Sophie's leg can now bear weight. This makes life so much easier. I wish we could get the second one over and done with. The difficulty is now preventing her from chasing after her brother or haring after deer.
Bob takes up his position on the stump seat and monitors the passing traffic. Two tractors and the post van merit a bark. Not the busiest of days.
Much activity in the early evening. The workmen come to remove the marble lid to The Very Old Farmers tomb in readiness for the internment. A small crane is manoeuvred into the churchyard. Another group of workmen come to deliver an enormous pile of pea grit for the weekends petanque tournament. Bob is taken across the lane to observe what's going on.
Hope you can access this NYT article on dogs : http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/11/science/dogs-can-train-us-to-have-a-better-sense-of-smell.html?mtrref=www.bloomberg.com&gwh=536C4FBA0F88E4877249C36A9228B618&gwt=pay