"Now Bertie, you won't be doing that when we visit Granny and Grandad's will you?"
"Bertie you must remember to be very quiet because my father just hates yappy dogs."
"Bertie you must realise that the human grandparents aren't used to puppies and they won't understand the difference between a friendly nibble and a nasty bite."
"Bertie, your Granny won't want her pale coloured summer trousers decorated with a pattern of muddy paws."
"Bertie, if you see a plate of scones temptingly laid out on a lace tablecloth*, DON'T YOU DARE GO ANYWHERE NEAR!"
"Bertie, when we're in Nottingham, I am afraid that we won't be able to devote much time to your blog, so you'd better warn your pals that they may not be hearing much from you over the next week or so".
So I admit I am just a little apprehensive about this visit down south to England.
We head off later today. Wish me luck!
*Reference to a notorious incident...