Tuesday, November 13, 2018
It's been a windy night. On windy nights Sophie makes a nest of her blankets and settles down by the front door to sleep. When I come down at six in the morning she is in exactly the same spot. Someone is a super sound sleeper.
Bob, by contrast is a wanderer. He starts off in his bed upstairs, moves to the half landing, checks on his sister by the front door, then returns upstairs. At five he moves to the dressing room door. At 5:53 he trots into the bedroom and sticks a cold wet nose in my ear. Heaven only knows where else he goes during the night.
Angus and the PONs head off to the bakers. Someone has eaten a McDonald's meal and thrown the packaging ( and a three quarter eaten big Mac ) on the ground. An unsuspecting dog owner wonders why his two shaggy companions have leapt out of the car and are being so quiet. Sophie has the remains of the Big Mac. Bob finds the remnants of a Cherry Pie. Both dogs are ordered to join me but are suddenly afflicted with clinical hearing loss.
On the other side of the car park some early rising workmen are putting up Santa's grotto .
An uninspiring choice on the cake counter. I tell Bob he did the right thing 'liberating' the Cherry Pie.
This morning the croissant in the cafe is enormous. This means the PONs get their overly large curvy bits in two servings rather than one .