We're off to the English countryside for three nights. A boutique hotel which resolutely refuses to answer the phone, respond to e-mails or send out confirmations. The reservation was made, and paid for, on-line. 'The Font' wonders what could possibly go wrong.
While 'The Font' packs Bob and Sophie get a thirty minute walk across the fields.
Then it's into the back of the car and off to the kennels. Both of them know 'something's up'. Bob gives me his 'I'm disappointed' look. Sophie wears her ' and I thought you loved me ' face. You can never fool a PON. Angus tells them they'll have a wonderful time.
Thankfully, the angelic duo are so busy saying hello to the other dogs they don't notice us leave.
Normal service will be resumed on Sunday.