Copybook blotted (C-A-T-S to blame...)

Janet and Nobby in Lathkill Dale

So we are safely back in Scotland now after a week long series of adventures in England's green and pleasant land. 

In my opinion (if not Gail's) my conduct was impeccable throughout the trip. 

For example, unlike my predecessor Bertie, I did not pee on the kitchen floor when we visited Gail's brother and family. And I was nice to poodle cousin Coco of course.

When we stayed with Gail's friend Janet, I made myself comfortable and sat quietly on her lap at every possible opportunity*. 

As always, I proved myself an excellent hiking companion.

I didn't even complain when we encountered monsoon-like conditions in Lathkill Dale, and I held my nerve during the ensuing thunder and lightening. 

Together with Gail, I paid a respectful visit to the churchyard where her parents are buried.

I was as good as gold in the car at all times. But then, I always have been.

So, you are wondering, what did I do wrong?

Well it is true that when we stayed overnight with her friends Bronia and Peter on the way home I barked quite a lot and repeatedly tried to jump all over my hosts. But what's a young terrier to do when he's detected the presence of C-A-T-S in a house? No matter that the C-A-T-S were kept in a different room, their proximity was very annoying.

I really did try to be helpful when Peter and Bronia were struggling with their complicated TV technology and couldn't locate the right channel for Gail to watch the day's Tour de France highlights, but apparently this did not mean I was forgiven for my "rowdy" behaviour. 

You just can't win, can you?

*Gail says: Nobby had, quite literally, to be prised off Janet's lap when the time came to leave her house and head back north.