Do your humans ever make the mistake of assuming that just because they are friends with someone, then you will automatically be best pals with that person's dog...
It doesn't always work like that does it?
It might look from the photos above that, when Gail went for a walk in Glen Tanar with her friend Yvonne on Sunday, Yvonne's flat-coated retriever Jake and I were getting along just fine. I think that's the impression Gail sought to create with her highly selective camera work.
Let me list for you some of the pictures that could have been taken but weren't.
In my house before we left:
- Jake eating my food
- Jake drinking my water
- Jake laying on my bed
- Jake monopolising my spot by the radiator
- Jake tearing the nose off my favourite stuffed Newfie dog
En route to Glen Tanar:
- Jake peering over from the boot of the car in an irritating manner
- Me on Gail's lap in the front seat, barking loudly in response
- Yvonne driving, gloating "isn't my Jakey a good, quiet dog?"
Out walking in the forest:
- Jake unfairly taking advantage of his longer legs to beat me in a race through the undergrowth
- Jake after a swim, shaking himself dry all over me (and Gail, and Yvonne)
- Jake stealing the stick I was chewing from OUT OF MY VERY MOUTH!!
But you know what irritated me more than anything? Overhearing Gail say to Yvonne; "Isn't it fascinating the way Jake is so calmly and quietly assertive".
Here are some
Jake-free better photos from the walk. (We stayed in the glen 'cos it was too windy to go climbing any hills).
PLEASE LET ME INTO THE TEA SHOP!
PS from Gail: should any readers ever visit Royal Deeside, I thoroughly recommend the 'Sign of the Black-Faced Sheep' café in Aboyne for the most delicious post-walk cakes!