So I want to tell you how, at the end of our Sunday walk along the cliffs with Kirsty, a lovely couple stopped Gail in the carpark at Newtonhill and asked if they could take my photo* to send to their son in London. Apparently the family used to have a fox terrier and miss him loads. And, not that I'm boasting or anything, but when Gail told them I'm eleven years old they said they had thought I was much younger as I looked so slim and fit. And they also complimented me how little my dark markings had faded with age, and commented on my alert but friendly demeanour.
It's nice to be appreciated, isn't it?
*Gail wonders whether, in the history of the universe, any proud dog owner has ever refused when someone comes up, praises your dog's looks and asks to take his photo!
