Come Sunday evening, I couldn't help but notice that Gail had been home for the best part of two days, and had completely unpacked her bicycle panniers, which disgorged a number of much worn merino wool tops and sundry alarming glow-in-the-dark outer garments, plus allen keys, spare inner tubes, maps and suchlike, but not a single item that could reasonably be described as a special present for one's favourite and much missed wire-haired fox terrier.
Then I heard her saying this to a friend on the phone. "Oh but it's pointless buying presents for dogs, don't you think? I've better things to do on holiday than go shopping. And besides, I've devoted almost the entire weekend to spending quality time with Bertie. I took him for a long walk in Kirkhill Forest this afternoon, despite the sleet, and afterwards let him cuddle up on my lap, still damp from his post-walk bath, and helped him catch up with all his blog pals, including the much anticipated new PON pups Bob and Sophie."
You know I thought my owner was a highly qualified scientist, supposedly skilled in logical reasoning.
So how come she couldn't work out that buying treats for one's pet and spending quality time with him are not mutually exclusive activities.....?
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....)