Home alone.

A day at home with the 'little angels'. Angus plans on working. Bob and Sophie have other ideas. They appear at the office window and engage in a concentration destroying conversation about life. Angus gives up the idea of working.

Holes are dug. Low hanging branches chewed. Bob finds an old root. His sister wants it. He refuses to relinquish it. She finally grabs his tail. Bob relinquishes it. He then tells the whole universe about the injustice of having a sister.

By mid-afternoon coats and mud are indistinguishable. Time for a grooming. Sophie leaps on the table and liberates a small tub of kibbles. Bob follows her. Grooming two dogs on the same table, at the same time, proves to be more difficult than one would imagine. Through it all they maintain a constant, cheerful, dialogue . 

Sophie has a lengthy, post-grooming, drink. She then bestows an enthusiastic kiss on her groomers ear. Amazing how water retentive, and cold, a PON beard can be.  Bob races off in pointless ( and noisy)  pursuit of a black bird.

Ten at night. They fall into a deep, content, sleep. A good day. As all one year old PON's know 'The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper '.