Hello everydog. Here I am – sort of.
I am here in my GibKennelFlat but Meany Mistress hasn’t sorted out my internet connection yet so she has been despatched to Spain to update my blog.
We have not been down for a while because master got involved with helping a broken-down truck on the beach, and then our Landy decided to sulk because it obviously felt it wasn’t getting enough attention.
Anyway, we finally set off. Look I am a back seat driver now.
Master checks out the front and I check out the back. I have more room here than lying on the seats and master has tidied out the back for me. I can jump up to see what is going past too. Actually I thought there might have been some cats but there weren’t.
We had a picnic stop.
We had a very exciting time at the frontier. There were different people on duty and they didn’t know me so we had to talk to all of them.
First, mistress showed the three passports to a Spanish police officer. I think he was confused with my passport as it is blue and he wondered where the other person was hiding in the Landy and why they had a funny passport. When he started reading it and realised it was a dog passport he couldn’t stop laughing.
The next officer laughed at mistress’s picture and then started to talk about me. I looked like a German Shepherd cross, yes we all said – well, they did. Crossed with a husky, he added. Yes, they agreed again. “I used to be a dog,” he said and laughed. Master and mistress laughed too. They didn’t know what to say.
Then we got to the Gib customs guy. He is in charge of dog entry into Gib, so he decided to look at my passport. In all the times we have been in and out, no-one has ever opened it, so I was very excited. But Misery Mistress has not put my pic in it yet (it’s optional) so that was a pain. Then he asked if I had jabs. Of course I have, it said so on the page he was reading.
And then we were off to one of my favourite spots – Europa Point – the southernmost tip of Gib. You can see Africa. Well, normally you can, but there was a bit of a sea fret and the fog horn was sounding.
Finally we arrived at my GibFlat. And – we even got a parking space in the street – which is a very rare occurence. Well, after all the excitement, I just flopped on the floor.