So Gail spotted this "cute wee Westie" when we stopped off in Nairn, en route to Torridon last Friday.
"Look at her Bertie, isn't she adorable, oh do come over here so I can take a photo of the both of you".
You can imagine what I thought of that idea.
So much more interesting to contemplate how this line of snow formed on the Nairn beach, right?
But Gail didn't want to help me investigate this fascinating natural phenomenon. It was all "oh look Bertie, there's Molly again, isn't her red and white sweater just perfect. It almost makes me want to dig out my rusty knitting needles...."
Well I'm pleased to say that when we reached Torridon I had ample opportunity to remind Gail that I am a roughty toughty terrier, and not designed to prance around on the beach in some fancy and not even waterproof coat.
Those knitting needles can stay in the boxroom!