What? No Sombrero!

Gosh it's been a while, hasn't it?

So Gail, you've been in Mexico, I believe?

Yes of course I recognised the volcanos Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl in your photograph.

And no, I really don't want to hear any more about the Christmas Day party at some 'secret beach', two miles down a rough jungle track in the state of Nayarit.

I think my readers will be more interested in learning about the Mexican dogs you met. Like this fellow who is licking the face of your friend Salvador.

As for these hairless (or nearly) Aztec pups, well, they might be an ancient breed, but they won't win any prizes for looks will they, even if Señor Diego Rivera did put one of them in a mural?

What about some photos of terriers then?

I cannot believe you did not see any terriers in Mexico City! Not a single one? Are you quite sure? Not even a wee handbag Yorkie in one of those stylish, upmarket mercados in Colonia Roma?

Well I guess we'll have to make do with this white schnauzer chap then. Although he does look a little bored.

Oh and you saw lots of Bichon Frises and other small curly haired types, all wearing smart woolly sweaters and out for walks near your hotel in the neighbourhood of Cuauhtémoc, but you failed to take any photos? Well Gail, I must say that was very lax.

So, yes, I was perfectly fine with Yvonne and then in the boarding kennels, thank you very much for asking.

And no I am not sulking because you did not bring me back a souvenir sombrero.

I am just tired and do not feel like posing today.

Bertie shows his lack of patience...

THE FESTIVE PHOTOSHOOT

When northern air is crisp and bright,
And woodland scents excite one's nose,
A bouncing chap thinks it not right
To have to sit and calmly pose.

That perfect Christmas photograph
Can wait another day (or year).
Just watch me gallop down the path,
Then pause to sniff - is this a deer?

My mission's to investigate
Each blade of grass, each fallen leaf.
I absolutely cannot wait,
Our winter daylight's all too brief.

So please accept apologies,
We have no festive pics to show.
This turbo-powered WFT
Has things to do, places to go.

PS from Gail: tomorrow Bertie and I are heading our separate ways on our Christmas vacations, and so this blog too will be "out of office" for a couple of weeks. We wish all our friends a joyful Festive Season. Thank you so much for reading, and we'll be back again just before New Year.

But where were their kilts?

In the failing mid-afternoon light, Gail took me for a walk yesterday in the grounds of Crathes Castle.

As I did my "pose nicely Bertie" bit in front of the 16th century tower house, I could hear sounds of high spirited humanity echoing in my flappy little ears.

I wanted to run across and make friends with the group behind me, who all seemed to be having such a fun time taking each other's pictures and generally larking about. But Gail told me I had to keep my distance, 'cos the bride and bridesmaids wouldn't want muddy paws on their dresses.

Well you could have knocked me down with a feather. A wedding party? Surely not! I mean, look at all those men in suits. Where were their kilts??

I had always assumed kilts were compulsory male attire at these occasions, especially if your wedding venue happens to be a genuine Scottish Castle.

But Gail insisted that it is, in this country, permitted for the groom and best man etc. to wear suits with trousers, or in fact any other outfit of their choosing, and the near ubiquity of kilt-wearing is through choice and is in no way obligatory.

Well my oh my, you learn something new every day.

Nature Friday: Bertie takes care of the ferns

Welcome to the LLB Gang's Nature Friday folks.

So I came across this fern in a walk through the woods last week, and suggested to Gail that it might need watering.

After all, dehydration is always a danger, right?

Gail says "wrong", and dehydration is not in general an issue for woodland plants in December in Scotland.

But I still say the precautionary principle is always best...

And I'm off to find some more ferns to water now.