Completely still. Not a breath of air. A day you spend waiting for the heat to break and the rain to come. Bob and Sophie have developed a hot day routine. 10 minutes hareing round the garden at top speed savaging each other, followed by fifty minutes lying recuperating on the cool stone floor.
From time to time the click-clack-click-clack sound of a pilgrims staff on the road outside causes them to wake and rush to the courtyard gate. Each wayfarer carefully observed. Sophie howls in frustration when they pass by without stopping to talk to her. Bob, the stern guardian, gives some pilgrims two woofs, others warrant three. There must be a PON logic to this grading system but we've yet to work out what it might be.
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At some point…….will SOPHE get her very own wooden stool by the front gate? Seems only fair.
Sophie is never in one place long enough to warrant having her own stool.
Is Bob the systematic kind of a dog?
I bet those two-woof pilgrims would be most disappointed they didn't qualify for the three in Bob's system, if only they realised!
Apologies from the Westcoast of Canada - in my mis-spelling of SOPHIE's name.
and ANGUS - I loved your reasoning for her not needing her own stool.
Pilgrims who are dog owners warrant three woofs....dogs know these things....Bob has a keen sense of smell and can tell immediately who is who.
Great grading system Bob!!
Always love seeing Bob on his observation chair.
Hilarious!
Maybe if Sophie had a tree chair of her own ..........
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