Sunday morning in Duthie Park is 'meet and greet' time and this week I was introduced to a grand new pup called Dexter.
Can you believe that Dexter is only 14 weeks old and already bigger than me!
He is, of course, an Old English Sheepdog, a breed we rarely see in these parts. (Gail thinks that might have something to do with the label 'English'.)
When Gail was herself a youngster - actually a stroppy adolescent - in Nottingham, her mother's friend Angela owned an Old English Sheepdog called Nell.
|Gail, age 15, and Nell|
|Nell and Angela|
Angela herself (a consultant geriatrician) was rather better groomed.
Nell was a calm and gentle character. She was apparently a reluctant walker, who after about half a mile would tend to sit down and refuse to move further. Worried about this, Angela once took her to the vet to have her checked over. Following a thorough examination, the vet pronounced that there was absolutely nothing amiss with Nell, and added "I'm sorry Dr Truman, I think you've just got a lazy dog"!
Nell lived on to a ripe old age so we guess the vet was right.