Thursday, May 23, 2019
Here are two pictures of Bob.
There are no pictures of Sophie this morning. The family princess is in the dog house.
'The Font' had prepared a roast chicken. Brined, air dried overnight and then roasted in readiness for lunch. Placed , high, on a kitchen counter to cool.
Quite how Sophie got up onto the kitchen counter is a mystery. ' The Font' claims to have gone out to answer the phone and was gone three minutes, four max. It is presumed Sophie somehow clambered onto a stool then onto the kitchen table before leaping onto the marble counter. Each link in this assumed chain of events is impossible for any dog to accomplish let alone one with two metal knee joints.
The word 'diable' is being muttered. Sophie has done what any family diva would do and tail waggingly brazened it out. '' I cannot tell a lie. It was my brother that ate it ". Her position on the counter, the remains of the chicken and a greasy muzzle are ignored.
She has been lifted down and we now wait to see what the impact of three quarters of a roast chicken will have on the passage of her day ahead.
Music to get the day started : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxMRJ25YkEA