Sophie wanders in from the cherry orchard looking disheveled. A bad hair day. Bob follows her in. He rests his chin on my knee and gives me that '' What are we going to do now ? " look . We play touch rugby.
Eagle eyed observers will note the lump missing from the fur on Sophie's chest. She was enjoying a gentle hair trim when a group of pilgrims, wooden staffs click-click-clicking on the tarmac, walked by. Sophie exploded off the table, clippers flying after her. End result - a less than even haircut.
Sophie's brilliantly shiny nose, like Bob's ever wagging tail, one of the seven canine wonders of the world.
Until last night I'd never heard this played. -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxlf-ZmE8JI