thought I would miss them when we left but as I settled
into the Landy I felt this was a good move. The French thing
might be a problem in Wales though, after all I can’t
even Bark in French properly let alone English, so Barking
in Welsh………well I thought about two kinds
of hope – Bob and none!!!
little sweet, handsome me about to settle down in Chez Landy
for a few hours……
the Landy was nice and the run back home was fun, at the
services we made a stop for the Dearest One’s tea
and my chicken wing lunch when some not so bright and not
so subtle idiot asked The Dearest One if I was a Labradoodle
puppy!! Sacra bleu……..!!!!!!
my still maturing instinct I recognised De ja vue from the
Dearest One who was bordering on being polite. I was impressed…….but
the drive out of the service area was terrible and very
bumpy, and I thought how much the shape of their car had
changed after the Landy had climbed up over it and away
back onto the Motorway. If I hadn’t fallen asleep,
I would have had a good laugh. But that was to come!!
for the rest of the journey to my new home it was all rather
the time I woke up from my nap I felt the Landy stopping
and recognised the dulcid tones of some dogs barking, it
was obvious from the noise there was a variety of dogs and
in a very short time I would be introduced to them. Nerves
started to set in and I got a little apprehensive as we
drove on through the gate and up around to the house. Quite
natural of course, but the problem was that I couldn’t
see a thing being small. But of course being small would
not last for long!!
so here we are gite sweet gite!! And oh my God – “Où
sont les toilettes” (where’s the toilet)?
back door of the Landy opened and………Wow
was going to be one hell of a playground by the looks of
it and it will take me a long time to investigate this lot.
I noted lots of smells and scents I recognised. It’s
a doggy thing you know, you wouldn’t understand………..after
all, you lot spend a fortune on scents and perfumes and
after shave, and still don’t smell like we do!! Or
was helped out of the Landy and left to do my own thing,
you know what I mean, 10 minutes of privacy for P and P…….that’s
like R and R but with a bye product. Anyway, once I had
been on sniff-about it was only right and proper that after
the barking I had heard as we drove up into the yard I was
officially introduced to the ‘gang’………
I met Max, The English Springer and this was a sort of the
old with the new………But he’s a lovely
old boy and I suspect he’s been there and done it
and is now thoroughly enjoying his retirement. He was worn
out after 23 seconds with me and chose to sit it out and
so I went over and just stood quietly by him before chaos
rolled through the gate – or should I say a lot of
chaosessess…….is that a word?
was now going to be very interesting indeed?
Eengleesh not so good and my Italian not at all…….and
here they come – The Spins
God and they’re so big……Eeeek
felt like I was to be their next meal!!
so it went on and on and on……….I met The
Viz, another old boy with a track record. He was nice and
not too big either!! But having said that neither were the
Springers. I then met Max the Springer which is a ridiculous
situation? Two Springers both called Max!! This one was
as mad as a hatter………young and utterly
crazy. Damned good fun though……..
I met Freya – now she’s going to be a laugh
and her buddy Unica……instinct tells me that
Unica could teach me a thing or two about tracking. Well
that’s how it sounded to me anyway
then when I thought it was safe and everyone had been introduced
to me, Unica came back to double check on the world’s
first four legged snail…..the idiot
is of course Italian – whilst I am of course French,
communication was therefore a little tricky to say the least.