Earlier this week I told you about the cr*p so-called ‘present’ Gail brought me back from Switzerland (cheers Deccy for suggesting that most
appropriate adjective….)
Let me tell you, that was
just the start of it.
You know, I could just about
accept the fact that my human was going off to visit her beloved but now elderly
and wheelchair-bound godmother Doris in Luzern and that as she
had to fly it would all be a bit complicated to take me along etc. I
also understand that animals might not be welcome in the care home where Doris now stays.
Fine.
So why then does the first holiday photo I’m shown feature Gail out for a walk, clearly in ENGLAND[1] and being unfaithful to me with
another dog? And no Gail I am not interested at all in hearing about Billy's immaculate behaviour on this walk up St Martha's Hill, what a perfect chap he is, what big, expressive eyes he has and what a calm demeanour, why can't I be more like that and so on and so on ad nauseam. Grrrrh!
And why does the next photo, taken by Gail, show her friends Kathryn and Steve half way up a mountain on a long and clearly fox terrier friendly walk in the FRENCH Alps[2]?
Oh no! Here are some of Gail's photos
from what she claims is one of her top five walks in the whole world, in
Luzern along the lake between the Kapellbrücke and the Verkehrshaus der Schweiz.
How can a walk without me
even be in her top five hundred?
Then I learn that in Doris’s
care home some of the residents are allowed to keep their dogs with them – Gail
saw a Yorkie and a Lhasa Apso when she was visiting[3]. So most certainly I could have come along after all.
And finally. I have it on
good authority that Luzern is a popular tourist destination crammed full of
shops selling fluffy and eminently de-stuffable St Bernards, cows wearing bells and
whistling marmots, all excellent toys available at reasonable prices[4].
I could even have fun
silencing a cuckoo clock, if it came to that.
Footnotes by Gail
[1] Surrey, actually. The flight to Switzerland was cancelled due to
thunderstorms in the Gatwick area, so my departure was delayed for a day.
[2] Before visiting my godmother I stayed for a couple
of days with my Surrey-based friends in their Alpine chalet in Samoëns, France.
[3] This really is true!
[4] I’m afraid Bertie is ill-informed about the
Sterling/Swiss Franc exchange rate.
