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 🐾🐾
