Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Joy is not in things, it is in us.
The first frost of the winter. Sophie rushes out of the front door into the garden with a whoop of delight. She's soon playing on the lawn, her chin down on the icy grass, back legs powering her backwards and forwards like a small canine snow plough. A quart of happiness in a pint pot.
Perhaps it's the frost but the hole on the driveway is left untouched. This would be considered a victory of sorts were it not for the fact that the demonic duo's attention has now turned to the recently planted rose hedge. Sophie excavates while Bob removes the rose bushes and drags them off to secret, furtive, places. Bob, who is apprehended with a rose bush in his mouth, gets the blame. Sophie ( muzzle covered in soil ) gives us her best " I cannot tell a lie. It was Bob that did it " look.
The key requirement for looking after PON siblings ? Eyes in the back of your head.