"Come on Bertie, rouse yourself!" Gail said yesterday morning. "We're going round to my friend Diane's for coffee. And she has something in her living room I particularly want to show you."
It had better be worth it, I thought to myself, having just settled down for my morning nap.
It's only a five minute walk to Diane's elegant residence.
Gail pointed to the tower on the corner of the building, and said "You're not going to believe what's in there Bertie".
Once we were both inside, Gail kept pointing in excited fashion towards a fireplace.
So I went over to investigate.
Wow! Oh this really is exciting. (I confess I had had my doubts). Can you see what I see?
Are those really wire-haired fox terriers on the fire irons?
Let's have a closer look.
I asked Gail to move them so we could get a clearer photo.
I can't tell you how thrilled I am. I feel so special now. You can keep your Westie mugs and border collie calendars, how many dog breeds have their very own design of fire irons?
Oh, Gail is now telling me about Diane and what an amazing person she is. Well, to be frank, as a dog, I am not all that interested in the best-selling books she's written about local history. And awards and prizes and honorary degrees aren't really my thing. Yes I'm sure it's impressive to be one of the first female Burgesses of Aberdeen, if Gail says so, but...
But what I do know is that anyone who exhibits wire-haired fox terrier fire irons in her living room is indeed a quite remarkable lady of impeccable taste (and never mind that her own pup Bunty - sadly not present yesterday - is a border terrier.....)