Those of you who read last Friday's blog post will doubtless have been worrying all weekend about whether or not I found some dogs to play with after I took you on a tour of the Duthie Park flower beds.
Friends, no need to fret any longer. The good news is that I did!
Gail describes my play style as "enthusiastic" and "boisterous".
It is true that when I spot a dog across on the other side of the park, I race across the grass at warp speed and jump all over them, tail wagging ferociously.
But I would like to point out that if I realise the other dog is old, or grumpy and not in the mood for play, I do in general back away these days. (I didn't when I was younger).
Sometimes my approach forces what I believe, in the world of wrestling, is known as a submission. For some reason, Gail tends to attach my lead and drag me away if I am standing directly on top of a dog who is lying on his back.
Oh and by the way, I do still steal other dog's balls. Why wouldn't you?
