So I was standing in the sink undergoing my routine post-walk paw wash when a voice from the radio caught my attention.
Gail was, as usual, listening to BBC Radio 4 (American readers, think NPR but with less music).
Someone called Sarah Dunant, ruminating on the potentially enfeebling impact of inherited wealth, noted how in the stories of P.G.Wodehouse, an infantilised Bertie Wooster is "blissfully unaware that his life is entirely controlled by his butler Jeeves".
Now you may or may not be aware that I, Bouncing Bertie, was actually named after Wodehouse's comic creation.
But it strikes me, when considering the relationship between Gail and myself, surely she is the Bertie and I am the Jeeves?
Hi, I'm Bertie, a wire-haired fox terrier pup. I live with Gail in Aberdeen, Scotland. An old Westie called Hamish used to live here but he died on 18th February 2010 (exactly the same day I was born). People tell me that he used to have a blog and that I have big pawprints to fill. That's a bit too much responsibility for a very young puppy - and anyway, I intend to make my own mark!
(Gail says that Hamish could certainly have taught me a thing or two about marking stuff....)