Look, here I am, 'posing nicely' on my Sunday walk in the grounds of Castle Fraser. Butter wouldn't melt etc.
So why am I apparently in Gail's bad books? Again.
It seems to be connected with an email Gail sent to the local council on Saturday, part of which is reproduced below.
I just don't get it. As any friend of my owner will attest, she can be heard complaining frequently and at length about the fact that each year she is required by Aberdeen City Council to fork out a whole £60 for the privilege of parking in the street in front of her own home, in a residential area where there is no pressure on parking spaces.
But when, terrier-style, I express my solidarity with Gail's objections to the whole parking permit scam, I'm given a hard time.
Life is so not fair.
