Home Sweet Home

Oh it is nice to be back in the familiar routine after a week of travel and disruption.

Of course I wouldn't for the world have missed meeting up with my dog blogging friends.

 And I did get to go out and spend time with HGD, even if there are no pictures of us together this time.

I was rather upset when, no soon as we'd returned to Aberdeen, Gail immediately went gallivanting off to a wedding.

I don't understand it. Why would anyone want to get married in a romantic Scottish castle in a beautiful secluded glen if NO DOGS were allowed to attend?

Or at least that's what Gail told me and I believed her (about the NO DOGS thing) until I saw this photo.

And I'm not sure it helped when Gail said that I would probably (only probably!) have been quieter during the church service that a certain cute little two year old 'flower girl'...

Qui est Milou?

An encounter walking home from the park last week.

A man dressed in casual but stylish clothes, holds the hand of a small boy, presumably his son.

The wee lad points excitedly in my direction.

This is what Gail hears.

"Shang, shang!"

And the father's response.

"Ah oui, c'est Milou! Le chien est Milou, n'est ce pas?"

No. I'm Bertie.

Huh.

Well I s'pose it's better than "where are his wheels?"