OK, I admit it (you'll have guessed anyway). Being a canny wee laddie, I did have an ulterior motive.
The time was right to remind my dear human that she lives in an incomparably beautiful country with - let's not be modest here - with an exceptionally adorable dog.
I happen to know that Ballochbuie Forest, at the western end of the Queen's Balmoral Estate, is one of Gail's very favourite places.
And I knew it would be looking particularly stunning this spring Saturday, under sunny blue skies and with the mountains still capped with snow.
I led Gail along the track through the heather.
And allowed her a stop for coffee while I did a little exploring on my own.
At one point I tried my paw at deer stalking, but returned to Gail as soon as I realised she was distressed by my absence.
Oh gosh you can't believe how good I was being.
I even voluntarily cleaned my paws in the river Dee, just before we returned to the car.
I don't think Gail will be wanting to abandon me again for foreign parts any time soon, do you?