Gosh I had been so looking forward to Sunday, when I met up with my wiry pal Horatio, his Vizsla brother Harris and their family.
We walked up a big hill (Morven), and I learned about life's unfairness.
I spotted Horatio was being given cocktail sausages at the summit, so I hastened over to claim my share.
Only to find that Horatio was not in the mood for sharing.
Yes, that's the chewy treat you see in Harris's mouth.
On the way down I overheard the humans planning to go for post-walk tea and cake at the 'Sign of the Black Faced Sheep' café in Aboyne.
Horatio suggested that if I blacked up my face I might be allowed to join them.
I did not realise he was teasing me.
