Another 80 degree plus day. More like August than April. The PON's doze in the shade by the front door. From time to time Bob chases a blackbird. Sophie looks at the bees. Hanging loose Bob and Sophie style.
Mid-morning a large group of Bavarian pilgrims come through the village. They're singing a cheerful, if atonal, marching song. Some have knotted handkerchiefs on their heads to keep off the sun. Silence reigns until the interlopers draw level with the gate. Then the PON chorus opens up. Bob lets loose with his basso profundo bark, Sophie emits a high pitched yelp. The pilgrims wave and laugh. After they've gone Bob trots over to see me with a highly satisfied " that showed them who's boss " look .
They've set out the tables in front of the church. So far no one has arrived to sit at them. Easter and its tourists can't be far off.
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Looks like there's plenty of room for a couple of PONs and croissants.
XXXOOO Bella & Roxy
At least you know what Bob and Sophie are barking at -- Half the time at our house, I think our crew barks because they just think they should.
I am back from a brief sojourn en angleterre - I'm very happy to catch up with all the news of Angus, the Font and the PONs. It sounds like much jollity has ensued!
Hilarious photos of B&S!
Joyeuses Paques by the way!
To answer the question, only if being fascinating pays the bills. Some people are indeed fascinating enough it seems.
You have the makings of an excellent choir there with Bob and Sophie in fine singing style.
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