A bitterly cold night brings snow . Glacial conditions that make humans want to stay indoors near the fire. Not Wilf . Something deep, deep in his DNA says that this is Polish Lowland Sheepdog weather . His natural habitat . Bydgoszcz comes to France Profonde .
Out of the front door straight after breakfast . Barreling along. Arthritis forgotten . Across the lane at a trot. Onto his back on the frosty village green . Backside wagging twenty to the dozen . A furry metronome gone mad with delight .
Incredible that the old fellow should be like this . A picture of frolicking fun . Age and illness mere irritants to be brushed aside . There again senior PON's know : " When the odds are a million to one , be the one ".