It's not fair.
I blame Hamish.
I'm sorry but it's true. Just because my esteemed predecessor threw a bit of a tantrum when the train down to Nottingham got delayed last year (you can read his version of events if you follow this link). Oh and something too about me being 'immature' and even 'bouncy'. Anyway, it seems that Gail has decided to leave me behind when she travels by train.
Well no. It's actually worse than that.
I get put in prison for three days. This is the prison.
Isn't it horrible. And all for the crime of being too bouncy. Disproportionate or what?
Meanwhile Gail gets to see all her family.
Including her lovely and so-generous-with-the-doggie-treats mother. There was a big party to celebrate my human Granny's 80th birthday. Everyone was there. Except me. Who was in prison. I just had to make do with the photos. No-one even saved me any birthday cake. Not that I'm sore or anything you understand...
This is human Granny and her two grandchildren. I haven't yet met the grandchildren. They have a poodle called Izzy and a pony called Eva. I haven't met them either, although, from reading back through Hamish's blog, I gather that Izzy is a bit of an air-head who puts nail varnish on her claws....
You might be wondering who this fine fellow below is....(Yes it's me on the left, obviously, I know you know that).
The other fox terrier's called Riley. He's a year old, and apparently originates from the same breeder as me (Granddach Terriers). We met him at the end of a walk in a wood near the prison, soon after I was released. He's very handsome and friendly. I guess we are probably related somehow. Well at least it would be nice to think that I did meet up with some family too this weekend......