Does your human ever tease you in a manner that is SO TOTALLY NOT FUNNY?
For example, on Sunday morning after breakfast, Gail said this to me:
"You know what Bertie? There are some very important Brexit decisions being debated in Parliament this week. It is a matter of great national importance, so I suggest that, instead of our usual Sunday outing, it would be a good idea if we stayed indoors and spent all day reading all the papers and watching our 'commentariat' pontificating on TV about the likely outcomes of Tuesday's vote at Westminster. What do you think Bertie?"
Gail watched my fuzzy little face fall as fast as the pound sterling will in the event of "No Deal", then laughed and said:
"Only kidding Bertie. I think a brisk walk in Glen Tanar is just the pick-me-up we need at this time of political turmoil."
So we put aside the newspaper and headed to Glen Tanar, and this turned out to be an excellent decision.
Although I admit I was a tiny bit miffed to find out that some Capercaillie has apparently taken up residence in my favourite part of the forest and put up a 'do not enter' sign.
So anyway, we diverted to a path across farmland, where Gail insisted on stopping to admire four handsome horses and a procession of very orderly sheep.
All in all, so much better than thinking about Boris Johnson and Jacob Rees-Mogg...
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