Grumpy Old Dog...

Oh dear, I am feeling out of sorts this week. Things are not going my way. 

I've become so used to having Gail all to myself, but it seems that I have a rival for her attention - this horrible 'job' business.

What's worse, I've come over all itchy, and can't stop chewing myself. Look at my poor paw...

(I told Gail to post a picture of my itchy groin area too, but she reminded me that this is a family blog).

And when I went for a walk with my friends Lucy and Florrie yesterday, on the beach at St. Cyrus, OK, it was fun to start with....

But before too long I started to feel my age, and eventually I came over all shaky and had to be carried. Which is just wee bit humiliating. 

And now it's Sunday and pouring with rain and I haven't even been taken for a walk round the block yet.

Please post some nice comments to cheer me up. 

PS From Gail - Hamish is going to the V-E-T about his skin problems on Tuesday.

Sore paws again

Ow! Frozen slush is very hard on the paws.

Gail says I've got to be brave because I'm a Scotsdog. Apparently I shouldn't even be noticing that we still have lots of snow on Devanha Gardens and it's several degrees below zero just at the moment. Gail's just been down to London where they're all making a big fuss after a recent snowfall, but that's only acceptable if you're a Southerner. And it is true that some human Aberdonians (the less evolved ones) are still to be found wandering around Union Street late at night in miniskirts and crop tops, exposing acres of white, goose-pimpled flesh, seemingly oblivious to the cold.

Well anyway I'm going to make a fuss too. My poor sensitive feet are all sore, and so although I want to go out (as ever), I have to be given time to tread carefully and find a route where the snow's soft and there's no danger of encountering those nasty, stinging salty bits.

Can anyone recommend some nice furry boots suitable for Westies? Red would be best, to go with my coat.