It was an afternoon of sunshine and showers. Washing white long haired dogs when it's wet is an inherently self defeating proposition. As a result bathtime for the two troubadors has been delayed until continuous warm, dry weather is assured.
'The font of all knowledge ' returned from London last night. You've never seen such pure, unadulterated joy as the reaction of Wilf and Digby. Wilf flew, Concorde like, towards the car in an enthusiastic paroxysm of delight, surprise, rapture and canine glee . Digby, despite his bad hip did a pretty creditable job of keeping up with him. Anyone looking at their turn of speed would have assumed they were nine months old not nine years . The message was clear , ' never leave us alone with him again!'. They sat in the kitchen noises pointed towards the oven until it was time to turn in for the night. My inability to do anything in the kitchen is clearly seen as a major character defect. Unconditional, guileless love at its best.