Where do they get their energy ?

A cold start to the day. As we head along the ridge the sun rises slowly into the sky. At this early hour there's no warmth in it.  On the grass just the hint of a frost. Two young male deer leap out of the Very Old Farmers ( now largely overgrown ) cabbage patch as we pass. Bob and Sophie are too busy to notice. The PONs are in their element -  chilly Polish Lowland Sheepdog weather. Something in their DNA kicks in when the mercury falls. Bob doesn't so much run down the lane as bounce his way along. His sister zigzags at high speed from one malodorous discovery to the next. They start their day at a peak of enthusiastic happiness you'd think they couldn't maintain.                          

How wrong you'd be. Bob parades proudly round the orchard with his Furry Fox.

Sophie, carefully stewards her Furry Fox and watches in case her brother tries to 'liberate' it.

There was chicken casserole for dinner last night. 'The Font' left instructions on how to cook it that even Angus could understand. This morning the angelic duos breakfast is spiced up with cold chicken, potatoes and carrots.  Today, it is agreed, is the best day ever.

Just one of those 'dog' mornings. Too unimportant to be recorded in a diary but too happy not to be remembered ... and shared. Where do they get their energy ?