Monday, April 28, 2014
In adversity therefore o traveller, be not so much dismayed for piety may surmount a rugged road.
Bob and Sophie collected from the kennels. Bob seems to have enjoyed himself. Or, if not enjoyed , at least coped with the ordeal . He was in no hurry to leave. Sophie by contrast was out of her pen and into the back of the car at the speed of light. A bit of a cut under one eye. Probably the result of some rough and tumble with her brother.
The two of them spent an hour digging up the garden and have now fallen into a deep sleep. In fact it's not so much sleep as a coma. Their joy at being home is enough to light up the sky.
Happiness like this too inconsequential to be put in a diary but too important to be forgotten.