You would think from this photo that Gail's friend Michael and I were getting along quite companionably by the end of his visit.
Well, "up to a point, Lord Copper". Or at least, we co-existed peacefully provided the following conditions were met:
- We were outdoors
- Michael was wearing long trousers and boots
- There was no food in the vicinity
- I had already walked ten miles and was a wee bit tired
It is of course hard not to take this personally. But I shall try to be philosophical about the matter.
I am thinking how lucky I am to live with someone who tolerates my occasional naughtiness, and makes allowances for certain facts about my breed that have long been recognised: