"Come on Bertie, chop chop! Never mind the rain, we have a lovely walk planned. Remember what they say. No such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes. Look, here's Hamish's old (but scarcely worn) jacket. Cosy, waterproof and a perfect fit."
Thus I was dragged away from the warmth of the study and into the deluge that was our Aberdeen Sunday.
Five miles we walked, along the River Dee. FIVE MILES! Can you credit it?
Frankly, I would rather have stayed in.
Especially given that neither Gail nor the canoeists by the far bank of the river were impressed by my on land demonstration of the Eskimo roll.
Are any of my fellow pups also victims of owners who insist on going the full distance, no matter the conditions?
And they say us terriers are stubborn.
