Good day pack,
Skye dog here, international dog of mystery (Romania, UK, and now my home in Espana). I have been recounting my time since I acquired my new life first in Ferring and finally home is here in wonderful Arboleas. Life is never dull and after a strict training regime I have kept my male and female staff under a paw of iron, or most times. Male staff and I sit at our little table in the morning he drinks his coffee and I digest my breakfast cooked by one of my staff. It was in the height of summer and the time for long siestas from lunch time on.
I have invited the lovely Tricia, Lady Mayoress First Avenue Bexhill on Sea to stay and we have Noel (who bakes wonderful scones), and Anita here at the moment. Male staff stirs from his chair and says, Skye, look at that damp patch in front of the garage! We go over I sniff it and say ‘water`. We dig down and there is a pipe with a tiny fountain. Better get an expert says I. No says male staff I can fix that. At this I roll my eyes to the heavens and retreat to my summer comfort spot which is under a bush where I can study what goes on in my estate.
Off goes male staff to Longo`s and returns in triumph with a plastic connector. He turns the mains water off and sets to with hacksaw and much muttering and perspiration, cuts the pipe and puts the connector in place, it leaks, I place a paw over my eyes in despair. Water off and staff replaces the connector. Bingo he says thats fixed it!
He replaces the soil and gravel with a smirk on his face `I told you so Skye`. A little later I nudge him on the ankle and lead him back out to the garage and point with my paw to another damp patch. I think we should call for an expert I say. By this time Noel and Anita are on their way back to the UK. Now the water leak problem is persisting, male staff digs here and digs there, it is showing 40 degrees on the thermometer, staff is fixing plastic connectors like a mad thing and my garden resembles a battlefield with trenches and heaps of soil. Ten leaks have popped up and ten plastic connectors fitted, staff no longer covers the pipes back up as he checks for more leaks. Now it is three days before my guest arrives and male staff and I are sitting in our usual morning positions. He says well thats done, today I will cover all the pipes up and get your house ready for the guest. Before staff finishes his coffee and right under our noses there appears a small lake in the bottom of the trench, leak number eleven! Time to get the experts in I say once more and male staff drops his head and nods.
Drainage solutions Andy arrives first thing in the morning, I supervise the digger, all the soil is moved to one side and all new correct pipework is put in place. New valves, new manhole and peace settles. Male staff sulks as he has been on tea duty and forbidden to touch water OR electricity. Male and Female staff reassemble the garden and pathway replace the flowering pots and we are ready for my guest. I journey to the Airport in my Mercedes Benz to collect the lovely Tricia and we chat on the way to Porto Laguna for lunch. How are you ? Got any treats for me ? When we get back to my Kennel (Villa) Tricia observed how pleasant everything looked. Oh yes said I, the garden is very easy to keep up. I swear both staff members sniggered as they carried the cases inside. Life is a rich tapestry, so enjoy, keep vigilant and safe my pack,
Dogs rule,
Skye 🐾🐾
Good day pack,
I hope you are all enjoying this lovely weather. A little hot for a Romanian rescue dog as I cannot take my overcoat off, thankfully I have staff to do my bidding and the floors are lovely and cool to curl up on. The only downside to this is that I have to breakfast early to take male staff out for our morning walk before it is too hot for my paws and staff's poor old body; I check how much he puffs these days.
Leading on from my last Blog when I managed to get our water leaks repaired with the help of Andy Venn and the lovely Tricia, Mayoress of Bexhill on Sea arriving for a stay with me. Now I thought a gentle, peaceful few weeks and sophisticated conversation, a far cry from my daily conversations with staff members. Oh, how I tempted fate.
The Mayoress and female staff were picking olives and I was supervising, when suddenly from the corner of ALL of our eyes we saw this, well, brown flash... I went to investigate and The Mayoress said “did you see that?” Female staff went to have a look and what she found was a big dog under the outside couch. Female staff went to get some of MY treats to entice the dog out, not sure where Male staff was at this time, I think he went out shopping, as he was nowhere to be seen. Well, I watched with a bit of anger as Female staff threw MY treats to this big dog. Eventually it came out and let Female staff pat its head, oh my, it was HUGE, but still only a puppy. Anyway, Female staff gave it some of MY biscuits and it woofed them down, must have been very hungry, mind you it was a little thin.
Well Male staff made an appearance while I was watching this big pup, he named her Lola as he had walked out of the car singing “Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets” the song made famous by Sarah Vaughn and definitely not male staff.
This Lola dog was definitely trying to get its paws under my table and I knew that I had to make a stand. Male staff made a shelter behind the garden shed, with a carpet to lie on. Lola dog was trying to ingratiate herself with female staff by sitting to command and waiting to be fed to command. Hmmm, I thought it might be as big as a horse (and visibly growing by the day) but it has a brain, could be dangerous. Male staff took Lola dog to the vets and got her chipped and checked and they came back with a passport. Great thought I, she is off. Obviously, I was fed first and this seemed to annoy Lola dog, next she took over my summer resting place under a bush. As she was living outside, she would get up at dawn and tear round the garden like a carthorse, worse still she dug a hole under my bush and around the garden more excavations. Then she started to eat things like the barbecue cover. I knew that I needed to act, I couldn’t go into the garden for fear of being knocked over by this giant. I gave both staff “The stare”, this is one of my weapons of last resort. Unfortunately, both staff being two paws take a while to get the message.
Male staff left with the delightful Mayoress to fly to England and left Female staff on her own to find a home for Lola. I noticed Female staff didn’t really know what to do with Lola who was growing at the rate of knots, Female staff was feeding her too much I’m sure. I didn’t like Lola, she was a free loader!!! Eating my food and she would growl when I was fed first, Female staff made sure I was top dog, and Lola was not allowed into the house. After all Male staff had built her a house with nice warm carpets and blankets at the back of the property.
Female staff ended up making lots of phone calls around all the doggie help places and do you know not ONE would help, there was someone in Belgium that wanted her, but Female staff had no idea how to get her there. Well I saw Female staff thinking how do you contact the Spanish Doggie Pound. She had to find somewhere for Lola, I was starting to have a nervous breakdown, I couldn’t go outside, Lola would pounce on me, and believe me she was BIG.
Female staff phoned a friend and put Lola’s plight to them, including the Belgium contact, these nice people came to see Lola and took her away, with her bag of food, treats, toys and her other things including a phrase book I slipped into her bag. I’m really not sure what happened to Lola but I’m sure she found a good home, as I heard Female staff saying she’s happy now. Anyway, it took me ages to calm down and go outside, I was sure Lola would pounce on me. Thankfully the lovely Alan and Sue were always there to support me, even saying I could move in with them if Lola dog had stayed. It is so lovely to have such good friends to depend on in a crisis.
I think both staff will agree that there is to be only one dog in my kennel.
Now pack, be sensible and wear your muzzles, we have to beat this horrid Covid, and I can continue to be looked after in the style I have been accustomed to.
Skye dog rules! 🐾🐾