The Nobby and Agatha Show

It was, as ever, lovely to meet up with my fox terrier chums at Castle Fraser on Sunday morning.

Eight dogs were present, Merin, Rupert, Agatha, Daisy, Jinx, Peanut, Snowflake and of course my good self.

But I'll be honest, there's only one pup for me, and that's wee Agatha, fellow mudlark and, well basically, the most fun foxy ever, by far! 

That's her, back left, with me in the middle, looking on admiringly.

See Agatha play! 

Is that a euphemism?

Apparently, on Friday this week I am going to the vets to have 'The Snip'.

I have a suspicion, based on the way Gail looked at me when she said it, that 'The Snip' is not quite the trivial and benign affair she is trying to make out.

My suspicions were deepened when I overheard Gail telling a neighbour that I am currently "All male. Perhaps a bit too much so."

Moving quickly on to more agreeable matters. On Sunday I met up with my Aberdeenshire Foxie pals at Forvie Nature Reserve, and we had a glorious romp through the sand dunes, onto the beach and back along the Ythan estuary (steering well clear of the large seal colony which resides that the point where the estuary meets the sea).. 

By the way, I think I am just exactly the right amount of male....