Gosh, it's never too late for a new experience is it?
Maybe it's a little embarrassing to admit this, but until this weekend I'd never spent the night sharing a sofa with a girl dog.
So what if neither of us are spring chickens?
It was just lovely.
I'm hoping Ella didn't notice that I was wearing my special 'male dog belly band'....
Which incidentally is very masculine and is absolutely not, in no way, a nappy/diaper!
PS Gail is home now from her godson Ben's wedding, and I'm delighted to report that during the apparently sumptuous wedding feast, and despite all the champagne being drunk, she remembered to slip a lamb bone into her handbag and later bring it back to Aberdeen for me!