On weddings and dogs...

Do you remember me complaining last year when Gail attended a wedding in a romantic Scottish castle and I was not invited?

Well since my recall is good (and not just in the dog obedience sense), I can also tell you that at the time Gail said this:

“But Bertie, dogs don’t get invited to weddings”.

Always, in my mind, there was a grain of doubt about the truth of that statement.

And as usual, my instinct was correct.

You know my wire-haired fox terrier friend Horatio don't you? The one who lives in Edinburgh with his humans Scott and Amanda and his Vizsla brother Harris.

Well look what we spotted this week on Amanda's occasional blog:

Scott and Amanda's Wedding Party 

She and Scott only went and got themselves married. And yes you read that right on the photo:

'WEDDING PARTY INCLUDING DOGS'

You can see the full report on the occasion if you click here.

You know, for once, Gail and I are in perfect agreement that this looks like the best wedding ever! Our favourite touch being the tweed bow ties for Horatio and Harris.

We are sure our readers will join us in wishing Scott and Amanda a long and happy life together.

Maybe mountain bikers aren't so bad after all...

So I was about to jump in the back of the Mini after my latest agility competition adventure, when two passing - and agreeably muddy - mountain bikers, father and son, clocked my handsome self and stopped by for a chat with Gail.

Turns out they have a two year old foxy, from Granddach Kennels like me, and had observed that I was the spit of their wee fellow, Bob. As was confirmed when father asked son to show us Bob's picture on his iPhone.

Then father gave me a nice belly rub and complimented me on my lean and muscular physique (yes really), while Gail looked proudly on. To be honest, I was quite pleased at this point not to be wearing my birthday jumper, as these mountain bikers just possibly might not have recognised said sweater for the manly garment that you and I know it to be…

Oh and did I mention I won two more rosettes at the agility show?

A typical Scottish beach experience

P.S. We were so sad this week to have to say a final goodbye to our beloved blog friend, Downunder Daisy, and are sure that our readers who knew her will join Gail and me in sending our warmest thoughts to her family.  

Fashion Shoot! (My Birthday Sweater)

Oh, I feel so special. Look at me wearing my very own brand new and unique Guernsey sweater, hand-knitted by Gail. 

I know that in the past I have decried certain items of dog-wear as being a bit, well, a wee bit effeminate.

So I hope you have spotted that my birthday jumper is, as well as being snug and stylish, of a most manly design and entirely appropriate for a roughty toughty terrier.

The intricate Guernsey (or 'Gansey') pattern was traditionally worn by brave seamen, and so, like Gail's language if she miscounts or drops a stitch while knitting, is not at all girlie.



But gosh, this modelling lark is quite exhausting.

Kate Moss must have more stamina than I'd realised.

Oh, did I mention I'm four years old today?

Doesn't time fly?

PS I got some pigs' ears too.