Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.

Ten to eight. Sophie is waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. Bob, impatient to get the day started, is by the front gate. He looks at me with his '' get a move on - this is going to be the best day ever " look . 

The market is in full swing by the time we make it to the cafe under the arcades. The fruit seller slips the angelic duo a piece of carrot. He is rewarded with a lick from Bob and a whimper of delight from Sophie.

At the rugby ground, Bob and his owner order a burger from the vintage caravan. To avoid a half time rush the hot dog / burger man has introduced a pre-ordering system. Should our burger should have a foie gras topping ? Angus thinks this might be too rich. Lard is also rejected as being better suited to a younger digestive system. We opt  for Cheddar. Bob seems quite satisfied with this choice. He smacks his lips with delight. 

This being France no one seems to think it odd that a man is discussing the merits of a hamburger with a fluffy dog.

Late at night, in front of the fire, Bob falls asleep. From time to time his tail wags. He's dreaming of a hamburger with everything.