Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Sheepdog mentality.

The clock change has clearly left the locals confused. The little hotel remains firmly shuttered and the Tabac opens its doors forty five minutes late.

Bob does not like it when part of his flock wanders. Thankfully, there are plenty of workmen for him to round up. 

The whoosh of the sliding doors in the departure terminal should perk him up when he comes to collect me this evening. Bob takes his role as family fellow very seriously. 


  1. Still hoping for a whooshing door video. Go on, give us a treat. Please!
    Gail and Bertie.

    1. My words exactly.

      Except for the "Gail and Bertie" part.

  2. Duke and Petite-Chose at 2GMarch 31, 2015 at 8:54 AM

    Poor Bob, he does look dejected, even the thought of lots of workmen to round up doesn't seem to cheer him! Perhaps it's the big responsibility of guarding 'The Font' and Sophie. Bet his sister is happy though - all those people coming to her house just to worship at her feet - and feed her biscuits.

  3. He looks so comfortable on his tartan rug!

  4. Glad to hear you're home safe and sound ......and suitably rounded up by Bob!

  5. It's so nice that the Font has taken over the reins while you're away and have taken some lovely photos for your blog posts.
    The workmen won't be playing the "you know what" with the Font...betcha they get a lot more work done with you away.
    I'm with Bertie above...looking forward to the swishing door video.

  6. I've no doubt Bob perked up both in the fun of the doors, and having you back again--Hope all is well!