Wednesday 18 February 2009

Hurt feelings

It's really not fair to make fun of a chap just because he's got short legs, now is it?

Gail seems to imagine that I can't understand when she's telling friends stories about me. Well let me tell you I'm getting quite fed up of hearing her treat my exploits in the Cruickshank Gardens last week as one big joke. 

It didn't seem pointless to me, trying to chase after that elegant, graceful young roe deer. So OK the snow did slow me up a bit, and I do tend to lose speed after the first twenty yards. But still, it's very hurtful to hear Gail laughing and going on about how even her eighty-seven year old father's faster than me these days.

I still have my pride, you know. 


Dughallmor Beagles said...

Woooo, you like to deer-hunt too? You'll have to come on one of our walks :o) We wouldn't laugh at you Hamish....probably wouldn't wait for you either though, lol!
Slobbers xx

Candylei said...

Hamish your legs look perfect. I know you must run in your dreams, too. Our westie runs when he is asleep and when he is awake!

Stella said...

Good heavens! And she tells people those stories in your presence?? How rood!
Thanks, Hamish, for your very nice response to my worst day blog. It made me feel good to know someone else did what I did. Things are going better now, at least she came downstairs!