I called out 'croissants' while picking up the car keys and opening the front door. Within a split second 25 kilos of hitherto comatose Polish Lowland Sheepdog came hurtling along the corridor and down the stairs to join me . As we walked over to the car Wilf gave me his best ' what's been keeping you ?' look. Neither snow, nor rain, nor overcast morning stays a PON from the swift completion of his bakery visits.