Back in Aberdeen, I am delighted to report that the humans here are too stupid to realise our climate is not suitable for barbecues.
Every summer, in a triumph of hope over experience, someone decides that a party which involves cooking and eating outdoors is a good idea. No matter that the guests may need to bring their winter jackets or risk hypothermia. See Laura, pictured left, she's wearing gloves and she's from Finland!
Well I already have a built in furry coat, so I just adore barbecues in any weather. I expect you can guess why!
Thank you, thank you, thank you Katherine and Dave for allowing me to come along with Gail to the party at your lovely new home.
Fortunately, and despite their apparent misunderstanding of the term 'barbecue weather', all these supposedly clever young people from the university did at least seem to know that a dog's well-being depends on a regular supply of meaty titbits, and plenty of affectionate pats on the head. And if they forgot, I can assure you that I did not for one moment suffer in silence...