So yesterday morning, instead of the usual walk, Gail plonked me down on my big towel, said, "now Bertie, smile please" and "wish Andy the best of luck".
I can tell you I was not impressed.
Apparently I was supposed to stay there with Gail in her bedroom and, on her teeny weeny little telly, watch some tennis match taking place on the other side of the world.
At least I do now know why Gail didn't want to be alone. It can be a painful experience, I learned, watching a Scottish sporting hero perform on a world stage..
At first I just howled...
After a while I could stand it no longer and tried to make a getaway...
And finally, drained of all emotion, I fell asleep.
Luckily (for everyone except Andy) the game did not last long, and there was still time for a splendid afternoon walk in the hills with my friend Jake.
(And if anyone tries to tell you that I had a big tantrum in the car with Jake and his owners as we drove out of Aberdeen, which resulted in Gail borrowing a tissue to wipe the blood from her lips, well, all I can say is that some people do make a BIG FUSS about the most minor of wounds....)