Under surveillance at St Cyrus

You know, these days I don't much mind Gail capturing my every move on camera when we're out and about together.

I've learned it's the price you pay for being taken on nice outings (as on Sunday, when we met our friends M and J for a gentle walk along the beach at St Cyrus).   

I'm happy for M to take pictures too, especially since I know she usually remembers to bring yummy dog treats.

I do, however mind when some random stranger (that's him in the grey jacket, lurking by the rocks in the background below) starts filming me from overhead with his irritatingly buzzy little toy. 

So when the drone landed close by, I was all set to pounce.

Sadly, Gail heeded the man's panicked shouts and dragged me away before I could mete out some appropriate terrier treatment...

I am now thinking of consulting Harry and Meghan's lawyers regarding breach of privacy laws...