Strange weather. 25 degrees during the day slumping to barely above freezing at night. Overhead, the skies quite cloudless. The central heating, which has been off for six weeks, is switched on again.
The dress rehearsal for Sundays Presidential elections goes according to plan. The mayor , resplendent in pork pie hat and blue dungarees, instructs the town councillors on their duties. His unsmiling secretary looks on. A table is set up on the town hall terrace and the furniture inside rearranged. The outside table is a new 'security' feature. Its purpose leaves Angus quite baffled.
Bob has shredded one of 'his' toys and scattered the stuffing across the garden. He is introduced to a replacement.
There is wild excitement and made charging around the garden as Sophie attempts to 'liberate' the new arrival. She employs her ' Bob ! Come over to the orchard and see what exciting things I've found ' routine. Bob falls for it. The PONs human companions laugh riotously at these madcap antics. Professional comedians would find it difficult to generate this much mirth.
The bees, which have been busy on the wisteria above the front door, are gradually migrating to the flowers on the tilleuil on the village green. We now live to the sound of stereophonic buzzing.
The special needs children have an afternoon discotheque in
the village hall. The young staff show enormous patience and great love. Bob and Sophie watch on in amazement from the front gate. By the end of the day we've got to know this song well. It has a very
strong bass line and from the number of times it's repeated is clearly a favourite. Gods 'renegades, pioneers and mutineers ' have had a great time dancing to it. Somehow it's strangely and touchingly appropriate :
Just another of those sunny days with dogs when nothing happens .
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Watching happy dogs at play. The world's best free entertainment?
PS Thanks for posting the ice cream recipe yesterday! I'll definitely try that one (perhaps substituting Highland Park for the bourbon?)
Sometimes another of those sunny days with dogs, when nothing happens, can turn into one of the best days ever.
Poor Bob, he falls for Sophie's ploys every time !
What is with this weather? Not a cloud for weeks. I saw a fig tree whose leaves are all shriveled, and the branches are full of BIG figs. But figs are for August, not April.
Bob is ever the innocent.
I love how Bob and Sophie play! Stephanie is right, Bob is the innocent and the Diva has him just where she wants him. (always guessing)
Mr Beau (aka Bozo) is our 3rd yellow lab. He is amazingly gentle with his stuffed toys, every other lab we had enjoyed shredding the stuffing throughout the house.
Good luck with your coming election.
Mr. Beau must be a gentle soul. Our Millie specializes in toy demolition.
I would dare say that the words from the song, "living like we're renegades," could apply to many of our four-legged-family members!
I think your sunny day with dogs had many fun activities happening! I know I enjoyed reading about them! ! !
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