Tuesday, August 11, 2015
All is well with the world. I get up , start to open the shutters and am immediately joined by two eager observers.
A wet nose presses against my leg just in case I'm unaware of her arrival.
Now that we're all up and about Bob wonders if this might be a good time to do some rug surfing. Angus suggests that a quick trip outside might be a wiser or certainly more prudent alternative. Sophie lets out her trademark high pitched double yelp as she races out of the front door. This morning there are squirrels, blackbirds and a large white cat to be chased. Furry fox is rescued.
It's barely six thirty but can a day get any better ?
Those little routines with dogs too unimportant to warrant being recorded in a diary but too important to be totally forgotten. The halcyon days of summer.