Digby doesn't like to be photograped. Usually, he looks away just , turns around , or dives into a pile of leaves at the very moment the shutter on the camera phone is clicked. He clearly believes that to allow his likeness to be captured is akin to allowing someone to steal a piece of his soul. When he does deign to look at the camera it is with a barely disguised bad tempered glare along the lines of 'what are you looking at?'. Wilf by contrast is quite content to look straight at the camera all day. This is usually done from a prone or seated position in the hope / belief that a biscuit will eventually find its way to him. How two brothers can have such totally different character traits never ceases to amaze me.
'The font' is away in London looking after 'Granny font' so the boyz were able to play rugby and rug surf in the hallway late into the night. Eventually the games came to an end two hours past their usual bedtime when Wilf fell into a deep,deep sleep with the ball firmly anchored between his jaws. Wilf sleeps absolutely silently but Digby makes noises like an old steam engine that needs a lube job. He moans, groans, sighs, snores and generally thrashes around all night. His repertoire of woeful sounds used to worry me but after nine years one gets used to it. 'The font' rather unhelpfully takes the view that some dogs mimic their masters. Hmmm.