Sophie wants to know why I'm planning to go off with Bob while leaving her behind. I try to explain that 25 kilos of enthusiastic big brother and a diva with a fractured leg in the back of a small Volkswagen wouldn't be a great idea.
Some people will tell you that dogs don't show their feelings. This dog owner would disagree.
Three small dead voles lying in a line by the front door this morning. How tiny they are ! Bob sniffs them but leaves them alone. The owls have been sitting, chatting, on the window ledge all though the night. At four the wind picked up and rang the old fashioned bell at the door. This startled the owls who flew off amid a torrent of bad tempered screeching. They must have dropped the voles in their haste to get away.
This morning Sophie is allowed to walk off the lead. Another milestone. She meets The Old Farmer and the mayor. The divas social circle is expanding. She also excavates a fresh mole hill. This is a cause for much tail wagging.