Bertie's tutorial for Andy Murray

Gail and I are in Nottingham for a few days and I must first of all apologise for ignoring my blog friends. But you'll be pleased, I know, to hear that we visited Human Granny yesterday and today and both times found her in fine fettle.

I am mindful also that my fellow countryman Andy Murray has a big tennis match this weekend and, in order to spur him on, I have (with the help of Gail's friend Janet) made a wee video demonstrating the arts of being aggressive and tenacious - traits all truly successful competitive sportsmen and women require and in which us terriers of course excel.

PS This blog post  has all been done from Gail's 'smart' phone, so you know what to blame if the video doesn't work. You can also access it (cross paws) if you click here .

Companionship and calm

PS CONGRATULATIONS ANDY MURRAY!

A walk around Andy Murray's hometown

Oh I am bouncing up and down with delight about Andy Murray winning the US Open! Huge congratulations to our Scottish sporting superstar!

Did you know that I passed through his hometown, Dunblane, earlier this summer when returning from Nottingham?

I went looking for Andy, but he wasn't around.

I guess he was off playing tennis somewhere else. 

An unsatisfactory start to a Sunday...

So yesterday morning, instead of the usual walk, Gail plonked me down on my big towel, said, "now Bertie, smile please" and "wish Andy the best of luck".

I can tell you I was not impressed.

Apparently I was supposed to stay there with Gail in her bedroom and, on her teeny weeny little telly,  watch some tennis match taking place on the other side of the world.

At least I do now know why Gail didn't want to be alone. It can be a painful experience, I learned, watching a Scottish sporting hero perform on a world stage..

At first I just howled...

After a while I could stand it no longer and tried to make a getaway...

And finally, drained of all emotion, I fell asleep.

Luckily (for everyone except Andy) the game did not last long, and there was still time for a splendid afternoon walk in the hills with my friend Jake.

(And if anyone tries to tell you that I had a big tantrum in the car with Jake and his owners as we drove out of Aberdeen, which resulted in Gail borrowing a tissue to wipe the blood from her lips, well, all I can say is that some people do make a BIG FUSS about the most minor of wounds....)