In the Salle des Fetes the mayor, the mayors wife and the deputy mayor are busy setting out the Grande Guerre exhibition. They have drawn the curtains so their work will be uninterrupted and unobserved.
He's had a yogurt with his breakfast kibbles and now he's going off with 'The Font' to the dry cleaners.This is a PON boys dream. He can combine his role as guardian with that of jovial companion.
When Bob gets overjoyed he suffers from 'directional' failure. This morning, in the knowledge that a trip to the dry cleaners is on the cards, his front legs go in one direction, the rear ones in another, the tail waves maniacally and the region between front and back legs wiggles with delight. He finally makes it to the car.
May all blog readers have a day which contains the excitement of a trip to the dry cleaners.