Another bright clear day, which, in my opinion we are enjoying much too early! For some reason, best known to themselves, the donkey dogs are insisting on getting up at 8am! Now, as you know I am a pug that likes my sleep so, for me, this is like getting up in the middle of the night. However, mum and dad are on their side so I suppose I will get used to it.
So it turns out our next door neighbours, to our left, are French! I bet they are all excited about the toilets here - mind you, they probably don't know how to use a normal toilet - I like to imagine them trying to stand on the toilet seat aiming into the bowl below hahahaha :-) Anyway, besides that they aren't the most friendly of folk! Weirdly also, they dress like bikers from Sons of Anarchy but they have no bike :-)
Anyway, the man one came over to Mum yesterday, all irate and holding up a well chewed bone! (NOTE: it was not our bone - we had never seen this bone before) He didn't even say bon-jewer but gave mum a French dirty look which said 'what the feck is this doing in my garden?' - Now, as mum doesn't speak french looks, she thought he was offering aforementioned bone as a present ..... so she took the bone and thanked him profusely, at the same time giving him an Irish look that said 'how the feck am I going to share this between four dogs?' - Luckily, I don't think he spoke Irish looks either :-) The bone went straight in the bin much to Layla's disgust - she reckoned it still looked tasty!
He stomped off, probably to clean his imaginary bike .........
Our neighbours to our right are definitely English - we know this because we all speak English dirty looks and the lady gave Alfie a corker one yesterday when he accidently shat on her garden ........ to be fair, Dad was chasing him with a poopy bag and when the lady realised this she accepted dad's apologies and was very friendly. We are going to try to get them to join LBL so we can all gang up on thon wannabe Hell's Angels if things turn nasty :-)
Ohh we met the big kangaroo dog again this morning - he is called Diesel - Mum asked his dad what type of dog is he but despite him telling her twice she still couldn't make him out - so she smiled politely and said 'ahh yes, that's what I thought' ......... so we are no further on - she is nearly sure he said hungarian something or other - we aren't sure where the man comes from so I suppose it could be Hungry.
Right, it is breakfast time yooooooooooooo I am starving - holidays seem to be making us all more hungry than usual (I didn't think that was possible) - we are fast running out of dog food that Dad brought from home so we will soon have to try Spanish stuff. Mum bought us a chicken roll yesterday as a treat and it was defeckinglicious - I hope we get more of that today as well.
Hasta mañana, besos y abrazos
Loca Elizabeth Orr (LBL) xxxx
So it turns out our next door neighbours, to our left, are French! I bet they are all excited about the toilets here - mind you, they probably don't know how to use a normal toilet - I like to imagine them trying to stand on the toilet seat aiming into the bowl below hahahaha :-) Anyway, besides that they aren't the most friendly of folk! Weirdly also, they dress like bikers from Sons of Anarchy but they have no bike :-)
Anyway, the man one came over to Mum yesterday, all irate and holding up a well chewed bone! (NOTE: it was not our bone - we had never seen this bone before) He didn't even say bon-jewer but gave mum a French dirty look which said 'what the feck is this doing in my garden?' - Now, as mum doesn't speak french looks, she thought he was offering aforementioned bone as a present ..... so she took the bone and thanked him profusely, at the same time giving him an Irish look that said 'how the feck am I going to share this between four dogs?' - Luckily, I don't think he spoke Irish looks either :-) The bone went straight in the bin much to Layla's disgust - she reckoned it still looked tasty!
He stomped off, probably to clean his imaginary bike .........
Our neighbours to our right are definitely English - we know this because we all speak English dirty looks and the lady gave Alfie a corker one yesterday when he accidently shat on her garden ........ to be fair, Dad was chasing him with a poopy bag and when the lady realised this she accepted dad's apologies and was very friendly. We are going to try to get them to join LBL so we can all gang up on thon wannabe Hell's Angels if things turn nasty :-)
Ohh we met the big kangaroo dog again this morning - he is called Diesel - Mum asked his dad what type of dog is he but despite him telling her twice she still couldn't make him out - so she smiled politely and said 'ahh yes, that's what I thought' ......... so we are no further on - she is nearly sure he said hungarian something or other - we aren't sure where the man comes from so I suppose it could be Hungry.
Right, it is breakfast time yooooooooooooo I am starving - holidays seem to be making us all more hungry than usual (I didn't think that was possible) - we are fast running out of dog food that Dad brought from home so we will soon have to try Spanish stuff. Mum bought us a chicken roll yesterday as a treat and it was defeckinglicious - I hope we get more of that today as well.
Hasta mañana, besos y abrazos
Loca Elizabeth Orr (LBL) xxxx
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