Saturday, May 2, 2020
A glowing PONette
The clouds have returned along with howling winds. Sophie is harnessed up but is in no rush to go outside. Being a seven year old lady brings with it a certain reserve when it comes to dealing with banshee winds.
She follows Angus into the office while he puts on his shoes. The first of the morning light brushes the hair on the top of her head. This makes me laugh. A glowing PONette.
Yesterday dog and owner discussed Gretchen Whitmer. Later that day a group of armed protesters burst into the Michigan parliament building. The protesters seemed to be packing what folks with street cred might call 'a lot of heat'. Angus wonders if this raises the governors profile. Sophie thinks it does. The female PON heads off for some badger poo in the flower beds but pauses long enough to let it be known that she considers Michigan to be a must win state.
Sophie's home administered hair cut doesn't look too bad. 'The Font' thinks the shears may have to be used on Angus who is now sporting a Tin Tin on acid quiff. Celtic hair is an affliction. Angus thinks having 'The Font' use the dog shears on his hair might be the end of 45 deliriously happy years. ' How bad could it be ?' asks 'The Font ' in a tone of voice that hints at innocence but with an undertone of retribution.
This is one of those French things that you think is for children but is v adult and supposedly all about hidden torment. As I said v French. It's beautifully crafted : https://vimeo.com/398394152
Savaged by fun ? : https://twitter.com/i/status/1162826694513836034
And these two again : https://twitter.com/i/status/1255611151280484353