Adolescence. A time when you wonder if your puppies have learnt anything. "Stop, sit, stay " . All words to be ignored. '' Come here ! " a joke. At seven months old life is for chasing birds, barking at tractors and driving your owners to distraction.
This morning, brim full of energy, we take the car down to the old roman road and saunter through the sunflower fields to the stream. Wonderful scents in the hedgerows, dragon flies to be leapt at, a herd of cows to be studied from behind the safety of a fence post. The cow pats along the track an irresistible delight. Today the two little darlings decide to drink while lying flat out in the stream . A new trick. The first '' Oh Bob ! " and " Oh Sophie ! " of the day.
The PON's are still damp but at least have stopped dripping by the time we make it to the cafe under the arcades. No sign of that adolescent petulance when it comes to their illicit half croissant. They sit at my feet, silent studies in perfect behaviour, staring beatifically up at the waitress. She coos. They look cherubic. Little does she know .