Tuesday, December 8, 2015
No doubting the PONs are glad to leave the kennels. They fly like rocket dogs into the back of the car. Bobs leap to safety starts at least three metres from the tailgate.
Both are in fine form. Bob gives me his '' you cannot believe what happened to me " look.
Sophie's hair is no more disheveled than it is on any Monday morning.
Bob spends the first three hours of freedom joined to my ankles. He won't let me out of his sight. Sophie stays in the kitchen glued to 'The Fonts' feet.
After lunch they bark at the builders then spend an hour or two overseeing the installation of plaster board walls.
Satisfied that everything is as it should be they fall into a deep deep sleep. They wake for dinner, find a hedgehog in the garden, savage each other, then fall back asleep.
Normal service has been resumed.