Sharing is caring...

Maybe I'm just too suspicious.

Has it ever occurred to you that your human might deliberately purchase snacks containing chocolate, or other dog-unfriendly ingredients, just to avoid sharing?

This thought crossed my mind when out for a walk with Gail on Sunday morning.

We were happily strolling through the woods at Cambus o' May when Gail decided to stop for an 'elevenses' break, and took a flask of coffee and a bar of flapjack from her bag.

I put on my best starving dog look, but Gail pointed out that the snack was labelled 'chocolate-flavoured' and said firmly: "Not for you Bertie".

So I barked a response, which Gail correctly interpreted as suggesting she might like to nibble the chocolate off the top of the bar and offer me a portion of the remainder.

After all, with Christmas imminent, it's important to make sure our humans don't start piling on the pounds, isn't it?

I'm pleased to report that, following my prompt, Gail did finally release a few crumbs for me to hoover up before we set off again through the forest...

The new Nottingham residence

I expect some of you are wondering where I stay these days on visits to Nottingham, now that Human Granny's house has been sold.

Well I am delighted to report that Gail's friend Janet is proving a most accommodating hostess.

The wee house she bought last year is perfectly suited to my needs.

The double bed in Janet's spare room is most comfortable, and may even have space for Gail.

It is only a short walk from the house to a pretty, willow lined canal.

Although I'm not sure why Gail was looking nervous at this particular point as I inspected the lock...

Anyway, on Sunday afternoon, while Gail was visiting Human Granny, I showed my gratitude to Janet by volunteering to help her with some gardening.

I believe I understood it correctly, that my role was to transport soil from the recently dug flower bed to the kitchen floor?

Oh and I ate up some cat poo I found too.

At least Janet seemed pleased with me  'cos later she left a whole box of flapjacks out on the back doorstep, and of course, being a well brought up pup, I knew she would be insulted if I didn't consume them right away. And then lick the container clean.

Yes, all in all, it was most satisfactory visit.

I do hope I'll be invited again.

Oh, Gail is saying I have presented an "interesting" account of my stay, and that readers might just choose to put a different interpretation on the events reported here...