Things getting back to normal. Sophie is taken to the vets for a full medical check. Dog owners guilt in action. The vet is absolutely certain that the walnut toxins were to blame for Bobs sudden and rapid demise. There was nothing that could have been done. He shows us the blood results. They are dire. Sophie's by contrast are great.
Sophie is overweight - she has to lose a kilo or two - but otherwise in fighting form. We'd somehow always assumed that she would be the first to go. A history of toad eating and broken legs meant that she spent nine times as much time at the vets than her brother. The vet thinks it quite probable that in a decades time we shall have a very strong willed and feisty companion on our hands. Humour levels at The Rickety Old Farmhouse are back to 60% of where they should be.
The gas man comes to check on the boiler. He doesn't bring biscuits so Sophie is unimpressed. The window cleaner also arrives. He too is biscuitless. Sophie stands and glares at him. There is a clear inference that we should be choosing our trades folk with greater care. Jaffa Cakes would be perhaps be the best recommendation ?
On Saturday Sophie will accompany Angus to the morning rugby match. It remains to be seen how she will respond to such a 'male' environment. You can be sure that the rugby players will spoil her. Her reaction may be less positive. I'm betting she gravitates to the hot dog caravan on arrival.
This video says everything about sheepdog energy levels : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXylcEJzD-k