An unsatisfactory start to a Sunday...

So yesterday morning, instead of the usual walk, Gail plonked me down on my big towel, said, "now Bertie, smile please" and "wish Andy the best of luck".

I can tell you I was not impressed.

Apparently I was supposed to stay there with Gail in her bedroom and, on her teeny weeny little telly,  watch some tennis match taking place on the other side of the world.

At least I do now know why Gail didn't want to be alone. It can be a painful experience, I learned, watching a Scottish sporting hero perform on a world stage..

At first I just howled...

After a while I could stand it no longer and tried to make a getaway...

And finally, drained of all emotion, I fell asleep.

Luckily (for everyone except Andy) the game did not last long, and there was still time for a splendid afternoon walk in the hills with my friend Jake.

(And if anyone tries to tell you that I had a big tantrum in the car with Jake and his owners as we drove out of Aberdeen, which resulted in Gail borrowing a tissue to wipe the blood from her lips, well, all I can say is that some people do make a BIG FUSS about the most minor of wounds....)

WoofiLeaks

If that Julian Assange chappie can post private emails on the internet, then so can I!

A 'source' has shown me a certain communication between Gail and her friend Françoise.

I am so hurt and offended.

It is in the public interest to expose lies and hypocrisy, is it not? I mean she's always telling me that I'm totally adorable and the whole world thinks so. And then she goes and writes this.


Hi Françoise 

Thanks very much for the lovely roast dinner - a relatively rare treat for me. 

Thanks also for in inviting me to the Highland Weekend. Yes, I would be interested. But I would first like to be reassured that the rest of the group are 'dog tolerant'. Bertie does tend to get over-excited when there are lots of new people about. When I had my friend Angela and her fellow musicians - a Dutch wind quintet - staying at the cottage in Torridon for a few days, it all worked fine, and he eventually calmed down, but this was an exceptionally relaxed and dog loving group! I don't want to spend my time worrying that he's annoying everyone, nor would I leave him at home.

On another subject. King Lear at the Belmont is on 3rd February. I am going to ask a couple of other friends and book tickets. Would you like to be included?

Cheers,

Gail. 

ANYONE WOULD THINK I'M SOME KIND OF A CRACKER DOG!

WANTED! A new modelling partner...

Where was Kate Moss when I needed her most?

So, there's me, a natural in front of the lens, if I might say so myself.  But when I asked Gail to pose with me, to show off her absolutely magnificent, beautifully designed and really very flattering new tee shirt*, well, this was the best she could do.

 

Tragic.  Hasn't she even heard of fake tan?

Better stick to being a scientist eh, Gail?


* Tee shirt available from Uncle Eric's Mum's website, www.squaredog.biz.

A quick visit the Scottish Riviera

Sunshine on the beach at Nairn - rain to the west, as usual

I bet you didn't know that Scotland has a 'Riviera'!  Well in fact it has two seaside areas which lay claim to unusual amounts of sunshine (for Scotland), thus the riviera tag.  One is in Galloway in the southwest of the country, and is the other around the little town of Nairn the northeast.

Last weekend, after a quick trip over to our cottage in the northwest (hope you've got your compass handy today folks!), Gail was all smiles.  Something about 'no burst pipes'.  But Torridon was all horizontal rain, so we headed back east on Sunday morning in search of better walking weather.

Which of course took us to Nairn.  What a smashing place!  You can romp on the beach, and if you get tired of that, there's a fine wood to explore too.

Nairn has a famous resident, Oscar winning film actress Tilda Swinton.  Gail was disappointed we didn't see her.  I wasn't really bothered either way until I learned that this Tilda once ran a film festival in the town, at which entry was free if you brought along a tray of cakes, the audience sat on bean bags or deck chairs, and... 

... LOOK AT THIS.... They even allowed dogs in!