We park on the top floor of the multi-storey car park. Bob and Sophie like the top floor of the car park. They have five flights of steps to sniff going down and five flights to sniff coming back up. They go up and down at the same 'enthusiastic' pace. Angus has got to an age where descending is done more enthusiastically than climbing.
In the market hall we come face to face with this. Bob wants to say hello. Sophie wonders if it's a snack. We hastily retrace our footsteps before there is a 'moment'.
Darkness and solitude hold no fear for 'shy' Sophie. She's always the last to come inside at night. Perhaps this is a girl dog thing. Bob by contrast is most content when he's with us. I'm convinced he smiles when he's happy.