Balmorally speaking

Aerial strayed again for almost a week. I went out looking for him several times, but each time he kept his radio silence expertly. I found myself envisaging him in the past tense and composing all kinds of obits. Thinking how lovely he always used to be while still around. Just as I do now. But he chose to join the present tense last night, may the Lord be thanked.
This morning he was lying on my blanket and squeaking joyfully as I slowly descended the Glasgow Coma Scale. Then he threw himself supine at me and let me rub his hairy tummy. And then it happened: Without warning he performed a full blown Hitler salute with his right foreleg.  There was absolutely no question about it. This incident brings to mind the recent revelations regarding the English royals during the thirties. It appears, they all liked to do the occasional Hitler Salute during the hot summer days, when mounting a horse or shooting a fox was too demanding and they were all hard hit by stiff boredom. I don't think we should put much else into it. After all, sometimes, a Nazi salute is just..a Nazi salute... And besides, in the thirties, the Nazis where just a bunch of jolly and neatly shaven young men, who could beat up communists and jews all day long and still have a good time with their girlfriends in the evening. And those uniforms!
As to where Aerial had picked up his salute we may only venture a conjecture - there are several biker groups with Nazi sympathies in this area. He could have become a supporter in his absentia. Another, more remote possibility - he could have payed the English royals a visit at their dear paradise in the highlands. This is admittedly a far out conjecture. Yet, only border police can disprove it conclusively. If at all!