Borderline inappropriate...

Gosh as if it wasn't bad enough, putting up with my Aberdeen home being invaded by two giant poodles a short while back...

So last weekend Gail took me over to the Torridon cottage, a place where a chap can normally look forward to a bit of peace and quiet. Imagine my surprise and consternation then, when I arrived to find two strangers - and their associated humans - already occupying my living room!

The big fellow is Jasper, a labradoodle apparently (although it seems he never got the memo about doodle types being 'non-shedding').

The wee schnauzer is Frankie, or Mr Goody Two-Shoes as I now think of him. To be honest, one can hear the words "my, he is such a perfectly behaved dog, isn't he just?" once too often when those words are not directed towards oneself...

Jasper seems a decent enough chap, although on Saturday I did notice him getting a bit frisky in the closing stages of our hike through Coire Dubh and Coire Mhic Nobuil, and trying to jump on Gail is a manner that I later told him I considered borderline inappropriate...

Finally, I would like to point out that, of the three of us, I was the only pup brave enough to bark at the stag whom we found hanging around in the Glen Torridon car park at the start of our walk. I was most disappointed when Gail hastily removed me from the scene after the stag made as if to head butt us with his antlers. Even though it was certainly not me who was acting all scared...

My tiny paw was frozen

[A conversation in Duthie Park this morning between Bertie and his schnauzer pal Frankie.]

Hi there Frankie, how's things?

Och, nae bad Bertie. Did I catch sight of you shivering in the park last night?

You most certainly did. I escorted Gail and her friend Kirsty down to the open air screening of La Bohème. Really, I would have preferred to be have been inside at Royal Opera House, wouldn't you? So much for heat waves! At least one did not have to suspend disbelief during all that singing about living in an icy Parisian garret. My tiny paws were frozen! But how come I didn't see you?

Well Bertie that's because my owner Maggie thoughtfully brought along a blanket and allowed me to snuggle under with her.

No such luck for me Frankie. Gail did remember her woolly hat, but even then we were both so cold we left before the end.

Hmm. I'm wondering what's Covent Garden's policy about letting dogs inside the Opera House? After all, they do lay great stress on not being elitist these days, don't they?

Interesting point Frankie. So how much does a train ticket to London cost....?