May I make a little confession?
You remember a few weeks ago, when a burglar entered our house through the kitchen where I sleep, and Gail was cross at me for not sounding the alarm? Oh yes, it was all "for heavens sake Bertie, you happily wake up the whole street when you feel like it, why on earth couldn't you have barked a bit when it actually would have been useful" etc. etc.
Well since then I have been secretly hoping that my perceived failure as a guard dog might work to my advantage, and Gail would realise there is no point whatsoever in leaving me downstairs at night, and I may as well keep her company in her bedroom and, incidentally, save on the need for a special dog bed.
Sadly, Gail has not yet come round to my way of thinking.
Although, for some reason, I have always been allowed to share her very comfortable bed when we are at the cottage in Torridon, which is where the picture above was taken.
Humans are puzzling creatures, aren't they?
|Savouring the fresh air in Torridon this weekend|