It's very annoying, isn't it, when your big brother is allowed to do things but you are deemed too young.
So Gail took me along to the start of the monthly 'Aberdeen'n'shire Foxie Walk' on Sunday morning.
Can you believe there were eleven of us wire fox terriers - a whole football team's worth - assembled in the Robert Gordon University car park. Including several relatives.
Closest of all the relatives was my big brother Rupert, a year senior to me - same breeder (Alex), same parents (Vikki and Jimbob).
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| Nobby and Big Bro Rupert |
After the obligatory intros and much cooing over my adorableness, the pack set off on a walk through the campus and down to the river.
I was getting along swimmingly with my foxie pals, and so was most perplexed when, after about ten minutes, Gail pulled me up short, saying "OK Nobby, that's quite enough excitement this morning for one so young. We need to go back to the car".
Let me tell you, I DID NOT NEED TO GO BACK TO THE CAR!
I mean, I was learning so much from Big Bro Rupert. Like how he had once accompanied his human to the office and chewed right through the line manager's internet cable....
And Rupert was allowed to continue on the walk, but not me. It's all so TOTALLY UNFAIR.
