I call it a catastrophe. Gail says the fact that the dog treat shelves in the supermarket were half empty this weekend is a 'First World Problem', and there are plenty of good substitutes for Gravy Bones.
We both blame the combination of Covid and Brexit for the shortages.
I am now living in hope that home-baked liver cookies are coming my way soon.
Meanwhile, I'm pleased to report that Gail and I went on a very nice walk through the Finzean (pronounced 'Fingun') Estate on Saturday with our friends M and J.
After admiring the view of the hills to the south, we trudged through long wet grass to what Gail tells me is a neolithic burial cairn but to my mind is a pile uneven stones, too uncomfortable on the paws for this WFT to want to climb.
