'The font' stopped off at the Harrods pet store on the way to the airport and bought a large grey squeaky squirrel toy for Wilf and Digby to play with. The unveiling of this present, after the standard tail wagging and back flipping family reunion, brought forth an uproarious fanfare of delighted gurgles, moans, whines,whimpers, yelps, grunts, howls, and barks . Who would believe that dogs had such a repertoire of noises? It would be an understatement to say the present was a great success as the two clowns managed to rush backwards and forwards with it along the hallway for a full hour without a break. They were oblivious to everything else in their happiness. Even though he'll be nine in March Wilf hasn't quite got the hang of going round things - he's very much by temperament a go through it rather than round it type dog . His enthusiastic straight line trajectories , disdainful of walls,furniture,and people, as he chased his new furry friend had us chuckling away. Thankfully, that thick Polish Lowland coat acts as great padding. This morning at seven o'clock ,as a sign of his unfettered devotion, Digby kindly delivered to 'the fonts' bedside the still miraculously squeaky squirrel .