I had an amazing time. Thank you Manuela for having us to stay at your beautiful home in Mallorca.
I loved all those interesting smells and I enjoyed the conversations I had with the other dogs barking in the next fields. We understood each other’s bark even though they are Spanish dogs.
I didn’t enjoy so much the driving around the island. I think I would have been happiest just staying at the house and running around the grounds.Every day was perfect. We woke up to beautiful morning sun,During the day when Mummy and Manuela were busy with things, I sat by myself and took in the beautyOr just taking in the sun. Venturing out to check up on things when I hear a noise, barking at itBut I never ventured farAnd always came back when Mummy called.
But when this HUGE one turned up at the house Bark! Bark! Bark! I chased him away but then …
I was very curious about him, so I went out to check him out and he came back to smell me.I was a little nervous, needless to say. But he’s an old dog and belongs to the housekeeper. You see, I was missing having other dogs around. I am glad I was with Mummy but I think it would have been nice to have another furry friend to play with – but not exactly this big old dog!
But all good things must come to an end and it’s time to say, “Adios!” Time to head home to London and to see Darcy again! I am sure she’s having a grand ol’ time at House of Mutt – probably forgotten all about us.
We stopped for one last meal – lunch at a local cafe An omelette ala local Mallorcin Another panting session in the car to the airport. But once there, I was fine. I was a little nervous when walking through the airport.Every now and then I would put on all four brakes because I saw something I did not like. I needed to pause and make sure it was alright to keep going. I especially did not like escalators. When I see them I would brake half a mile away! Mummy would pick me up when we go up on them. Sometimes it is just the floor changes and I don’t know what it is that I am stepping on. Then Mummy gets impatient with me because I braked all too often. I am used to streets – not shiny floors that are all too smooth and fancy colours.
This is the beginning of our journey home to England.