Sophie finds 'lamb-on-a-rope' in the laurel hedge. She exudes ( or should that be radiates ? ) happiness.
The new 'dog friendly' cafe is busy. The waiter shakes my hand. A sign that we've crossed the threshold and have become regulars. Bob settles down in front of my chair. Sophie behind it. I get a coffee. They share a bowl of water. People wander by, ignore me, but talk to the dogs.
Outside the newsagent a poster for Ici Paris magazine sporting a sombre photo of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and informing us that they are in the process of divorcing. The National Enquirers French counterpart.
With the advent of warmer weather Bob is on guard from sunrise to sunset . He now has three places to stand. His stump seat at the front gate. The wooden garden table. And now the low wall round the swimming pool. All our PONs have been climbers - Bob however is the champion for getting his feet off the ground . Must be a breed thing.
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Nothing like variety....
With Bob on guard we have no need to worry. Had to smile at the thought of the dogs being spoken to, but you being ignored.
I didn't know that about PON's - Our dogs have all been climbers as well -- climbers on the bed and sofa and chair...
We once had a little Spaniel/Retriever cross who chased cats up into the trees. He managed to reach quite a height, but the cat always won !
Bob might be asserting his position as flock leader. You might have to take to the stump seat, Angus, to maintain any at all.
Perhaps Bob and Sophie are employing their angelic wings to become airborne.
One cannot overestimate the importance of a good vantage point.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Is that for former "cafe under the arcades?"
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