I head downstairs, turn on the lights and find Bob lying on the library floor guarding the Christmas dinner table. There is a Christmas cake on the table which may explain why Bob has chosen to sleep here. Hope springs eternal.
Dog and master head off for Christmas morning croissants. Yes, here in France, bakers are open and doing a thriving trade on both Christmas and Boxing Day mornings.
There is an early morning children's 'event' arranged by the Rotary Club. Bob is somewhat surprised to come face to face with a six foot tall Mickey Mouse with a perma-grin . Bob observes this strange animal from behind my legs. His 'I'm here if you need me ' position.
Sophie may not have had as active a day as her brother but she's been in the kitchen watching lunch being prepared. Sophie dispenses with her Christmas lunch in four seconds. There is some discussion as to whether a machine could suck up a plate of turkey and roast potatoes as quickly. By contrast Bob is a careful eater.
For the 'diva' a post lunch, trip to the wooden garden table for a lengthy grooming. She is so happy to be out in the sunshine. This enforced rest is now getting to her.
And here is a photo from a newspaper to show that not all politicians have a sense of entitlement. The accompanying story informs us that the Christmas 'splurge' was a large size box of Mon Cheri chocolate coated cherries. http://www.bild.de/politik/inland/angela-merkel/hier-kauft-die-kanzlerin-fuer-weihnachten-ein-49468930,jsPageReloaded=true.bild.html#remId=1542351827056089021