Weigh day. The results entered on 'the fonts' computer. There's no doubting that Bob is going to be a big boy. Two thirds grown at 4 1/2 months. A good fly-half in the making.
It stops raining and the sun comes out. More holes are dug. The pups loaded into the back of the car and driven to a motorway service station. Time to get them acclimatized to heavy trucks, squealing toddlers and revving engines.
Gears crash, doors slam, four Italians on Harley Davidsons roar off at high speed down the slip road. A young black Labrador barks a greeting. Amid the pandemonium Bob and Sophie remain absorbed by the antics of a family of squabbling sparrows who flutter, annoyingly, just out of reach.
Amid the noise and pollution their attention is fixed on that which sings. What a gift.
