Twenty one months old. A glorious age. Puppy hood replaced by a confident zest for life. At first light Bob carefully christens the tyres of two large tractors that have arrived to cut the grass verges along the lane. Eau de PON a sure way of neutralizing possible threats. Later a pair of French pilgrims are barked at. They, being full of the spontaneity of pilgrims and quite probably dog owners, bark back. The angelic duo are nonplussed by this unexpected development. Bob adopts his big brotherly '' Sophie. You'd better let me deal with this " pose on the stump seat. He stays there until the barking pilgrims are out of sight.
In the evening, after a nine thirty tour of the garden in search of hedgehogs, they settle down at the far end of the library and fall into a deep sleep. Bob lies silently, dreaming of heroism in the face of barking pilgrims. Sophie snores away like a trooper, dreaming of chasing squirrels and digging up moles and wallowing in mud.
The gentle rhythms of dog ownership too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.
6 comments:
I think the Bob and Sophie Era is shaping up to be a glorious one. But has Sophie not heard that one must be silent in a library?
It's lovely to still see that 'flaking out' synchronicity that you see in a litter of puppies.
I remember watching Merlin, Daisy, Olly, Ollie, Spacey and Kia doing the same; 10 minutes of scampering around, then they would all collapse in an exhausted fluffy heap for a quick re-charge before commencing their collective adventure. I wanted take all of them home!
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Stereo dog snoring, where's the ear plugs ?
Macdui is becoming a vocal dreamer.
Life is good for PON's in deepest France Profonde!
Your Jane's are not in chronological order. I think it's time for a new housekeeper. :)
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