My Gail has left, and I don't know where. I will not forget her. All my toys, bedding, and lead will keep her with me. Smell is a powerf...

A few of you will have noted a gap here. Some of you picked up on the end of the last post about Gail's feeling frail.  It has all becom...

We've had a wee bout of the Arctic here in NE Scotland this week, perfectly timed for Gail's brother who came up from Englandshire t...

Yvonne protects Nobby (or is it vice versa?) from giant squirrel in Crathes Castle woods...   But where are the acorns buried?

So I bet you're looking at the photo Gail took out of our front window yesterday and are thinking "Nobby, what on earth does that h...