The importance of blending in

Many of my human readers will know what it's like when you go to a new school and your classmates all tease you 'cos you have the wrong clothes or haircut. 

Well imagine how I felt, rocking up to Craigmancie Farm a few days before Christmas all fluffy, clean and city-groomed, with a wardrobe comprising my smart and pristine red winter raincoat. 

Rest assured, after a couple of days of rampaging round the muddy farmyard with my five fox terrier relatives, I blended in just perfectly.

I was even able to impress my new best friend Bruno with my climbing skills, joining him on his favourite vantage point in the barn. And he was polite enough not to rub in the fact that, as resident stud dog, he is possessed of certain equipment which I now lack...

I think I am at this point supposed to say something about missing Gail terribly, and being thrilled to see her drive up the farm track yesterday morning to take me home again.

I will admit to looking forward to hearing all about Gail's holiday visiting her friend Marse and family in Tacoma (near Seattle) and in particular about Marse's two dogs, Josh and DB. As I've previously indicated, I have high hopes there will be stories about DB behaving very badly, and so any comparisons working strongly in my favour...

I shall report back on this issue shortly, after Gail has given me a thorough debriefing.

On the way home for a bath...

I hope it's not too late to wish all my lovely friends a Happy New Year!