The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.

By noon Sophie is out and about. A tad tired but her tails wagging. Bob is delighted.

Mid-afternoon. A pile of plaster found on the floor of the corridor that leads to 'the fonts' study. Scratch marks on the walls. A hole chewed in the skirting board. Bobs lying there so he gets the blame. He looks crestfallen.

An hour later Sophie's running maniacally round and round the garden eating fallen leaves. Half an hour later she's wheezing and coughing as if she's had a lifetime 80 a day habit. A little later she starts leaping into the air after invisible birds. Unusual behaviour even for her.

Back to the vets. All three of them, prim Parisienne included , examine her. The routine of the surgery disrupted for nearly two hours. Possible hallucinogenic signs . The mushroom poisoning more problematic than we'd thought. A build up of fluids around the thorax. Time to call the specialists in Toulouse. They've just closed for the day but  will come in three hours early at six in the morning ( Sometimes you just have to love France and French professionals ). Sophie gets her third set of injections within twenty four hours.

This morning 'the font' heads off at five. Sophie gives me a defiant look that says " I'll be back ". Angus can't help but wonder how quickly 'they' become part of the family. One things for sure ; Miss Sophie's a fighter and as tough as nails.