The fourth dimension.

It's hot even though it's barely turned six. The sky overhead blue. A band of clouds masking the distant mountain peaks. We take a long walk along the ridge towards the old Roman Fort. Around us the landscape ripening gold. Bob and Sophie's happy, scent filled, universe. 

We halt at the village pond. Azure winged dragon flies by the score, squadrons of silent butterflies. ( Maybe, as they're Red Admirals, that should be flotillas ? ).  A late running weasel hurtles past into the safety of the hedgerow, shortly behind him a fox cub stops just long enough to turn and chase his own tail. Sophie howls at this effrontery. The PON's look at the frogs basking on the water lillies. The frogs look lazily back, canny enough to know the heron will get them but the PON's won't. 

I scratch Bob's head and ask in that way dog owners do " Can it get any better ? ".  He looks back as if to say ' Yep ! There could be sausages'.  Contentment - a dog and dog owners fourth dimension .