Sunday 6 August 2017

It was all going so well...

So the second leg of our drive to Nottingham started so well when Gail, for once, actually ordered a 'proper' breakfast AND even agreed to divvy up the bacon into something approaching equitable shares (weight for weight at least).

Then we had an early lunch in the agreeable town of Richmond, North Yorkshire, where at the Crossview Tea Room on the market square the waitress recognised how I was on the verge of collapse through starvation and brought me my very own plate of sausage.

Approaching Nottingham, Gail decided we should go for a walk beside the River Trent before calling in to see Human Granny, and as we passed tbrough a field where cattle had recently been grazing, I saw fit to adorn myself with some locally sourced pastoral perfume, as for sure HGY would want to meet me smelling my best...

But Gail saw things differently and I was subjected to an uncalled for dunk in the river. It was small comfort to learn that the Trent is now, unlike when Gail was a child in Nottingham in the sixties, relatively clean and so I was unlikely to catch some nasty pollution related illness. When we returned to the car I was pleased to note though, that the smell of manure still lingered.

Imagine my shock and disappointment when we arrived at Human Granny's care home and  I was made to stay all alone in the car for the duration of Gail's visit...


  1. Da mommas just don't appresheate natural perfume da way we do.

  2. Hari OM
    Aw heck Bertie lad, there is no justice in the world... I trust you will get a visit in today though... Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

  3. Crikey Bertie ..... what's with Gail, mate?? I bet Human Granny would have been happy to see you. Especially with all the effort you went to for her.

  4. I'm betting you will get a bath before you head for home. Granny will love you however you smell, but Gail will be in a car with you for HOURS!

    Teka Toy

  5. We are sure your granny would have not been bothered by the smell and would rather have seen you.

  6. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Bertie...just when you were about to receive an A+++++++ for being a purrfect companion. GEeez good buddy your nose took over where your brain should have been ruler. New motto for you when you roll in cow pies, no human granny eyes do you see.
    Kitty paws crossed some of the odor is gone before your trip home or Gail might bungee cord you to the roof. I predict a real sudsy bath in your future.
    Hugs madi your bfff

  7. That was NOT fair at all! And you probably smelled pawfect! Now about that breakfast . . . is that a tomato? Your bacon looks very different from ours.

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

    1. Clockwise from front: bacon, fried egg, tomato, tattie (i.e.potato) scone!

  8. Such a great start, too--bacon AND sausage--only to be excluded from seeing HGY. Just not fair.

  9. OMD...she abandoned you in the car without visiting with HG?? Sheesh, and after you went to all the trouble of putting on the best cologne you could find on short notice!!

    Definitely, not fair!
    Jakey & Arty

  10. Oh Bertie you really are a lad. Hope you get a bath and get to see Human granny before you head home. She would so love to see you I am sure and also it would so annoy the resident dog. I hope you said thanks to that lovely lass who brought you that plate of sausage. Safe trip home

  11. Bertie - Your own plate of sausage ! Forget Aberdeen go and live in Richmond !!

  12. Bertie, surely you've learned by now that humans do not appreciate all the effort we canines go to, to make ourselves smell adorable? They just don't like the same perfumes that we do !
    So, a bath will be in order before you can see Human Granny - and I bet Gail uses the pongy-iest perfumed shampoo she can find !

    Inca xx