Yesterday evening Gail took me for a walk to Aberdeen railway station 'cos she needed to pick up some tickets. Yes, I know, very twentieth century behaviour… Anyway, then she said she wanted to go to Marks and Spencers to buy lamb chops and, rather insensitively I thought, added that it was a shame she'd brought me along because, me being a dog, we wouldn't be able to take the short cut through the Union Square shopping mall.
So, I huffed, show me the signs that say 'No Dogs Allowed in Union Square'. And you know what? Gail looked all around the mall entrance couldn't see any. None whatsoever.
So it was that I had my first ever experience of Mall Walking. I believe is a popular exercise activity across the Pond, but not so much in Scotland.
I would have liked to linger longer, but Gail seemed in a hurry. We didn't encounter any other dogs, but believe me, I was a good deal cleaner and smarter than certain of the humans waddling round the shops.
I even offered to pose for a photo as I strode confidently along the main concourse, but Gail thought it inadvisable to draw attention to my presence.
As if I was engaged in criminal behaviour or something!
I did at least manage to sneak into the corner of the shot when Gail paused to take a picture of the cakes on offer at Patisserie Valerie.
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