A herd of deer leap across the fence from the woodland and into the garden. The dial on the alarm clock say it's 3.17 am. Bob and Sophie waste no time in letting us know there are deer outside . Serious thought is going to have to be given to finding somewhere ( soundproofed) in the house where their happy barking can't be heard . It's amazing how quiet a little French village can be at night and how far the sound of yapping can travel . I'd be happy to let them bark away to their hearts content. The villagers wouldn't.
The two little angels are unfazed by their interrupted sleep. They're up and about at six , fresh as daisies. The same cannot be said about their owners. After our early morning trip to the cafe under the arcades the PON duo start to dig. Today it is the acanthus border by the front door that receives the full brunt of their gardening skills. Maybe it's a sign of age but neither of us can remember previous PON pups being this energetic.
