Two Andys and back to the US of A

Well, reluctantly Jake and I bid farewell to our lovely Dughallmor ladies. It was quite romantic and emotional, so you'll understand if there are no photos posted...

Eric Square Dog, back from squiring the Auntie Bassets around the countryside (don't miss Eric's blog!), revved up the Zoomer once again to drive Jakie and I to the airport, with one detour along the way....

...to Wimbledon!

We got courtside seats for the Semi-Finals between American Andy Roddick and Britain's (Scotland's, actually) Andy Murray.

Then we faced our dilemma...you see, Jake and I are American dogs and Eric has a girlfriend, Toffee, who lives in the very American city of Boston.

So for the first game, we cheered for American Andy...

...but then we felt guilty because Jake's girlfriend Gabbi and my wee wifey Rosie are both Scottish lassies. Plus Eric's a British boy through and through. And we terriers have our Scottish ancestors. So the next game, we cheered for British/Scottish Andy.

It was like the Revolutionary War all over again! And the day before America's Independence Day! We raced around the court, switching hats and flags throughout the whole match. And at the end...

ANDY WON!

I was so dizzy I didn't even remember to look for those Stanley-size ginormous Wimbledon tennis balls.

We were getting close to our AireRuby departure from Heathrow, so Eric kindly said he'd see us to our gate.

We just didn't think he meant in the Zoomer! Here we are, grabbing our tickets and dashing off for our flight, whilst Eric refuels the Zoomer with some Highland Park whiskey - a tip from Sir Hamish for a smmoooootttthhhh ride!

So farewell lovely Scots lassies and our dear friends we picked up along the way to the Highlands! We miss you already. But not to worry, we still have a big SUMMER WEDDING for me and Rosie to plan.

Happy July 4th to our American friends. Happy Saturday to all the rest of you!

POSTSCRIPT:

There have been some inquiries from Florida as to the whereabouts of Just Harry, now that Jake and I are safely aboard AireRuby, circumnavigating the globe to avoid fireworks.

Well, it seems there could be another romance in the mix...with HRH Auntie Bailey's self-determined rise to royalty, it seems Auntie Martha has adopted the prefix "Just" for herself. And over a wee sherry, Just Harry and Just Martha appeared to be doing "just" a bit of canoodling. Later that afternoon, they nipped out for a bit of shopping because Just Auntie Martha declared those "Harry" legs are JUST "too gorgeous to cover up with trousers."

I'm sure we'll hear back from Just Harry soon. In the meantime, he's well on his way to be kitted out for Rosie and my wedding this summer!