Well pack, neighbours and all my friends here we are again.

The first few months were frantic.

I was multitasking, one minute supervising administration the next my civil engineering and building hats on as a new office was created to keep staff in during the day when they were not doing my bidding. Then my landscaping skills were called for as work was carried out by staff under my direction in the garden. To be frank I am totally exhausted most days and so enjoy my bed after I push one of the other of my staff out, serves them right for not getting the bigger bed from the garage. I even have to have a Siesta myself in summer.

The garage was full of furniture, unsurprisingly as staff had also brought the contents of my new kennel in a blood rush to their respective heads I fear. There was much of male staffs very important items (Ummm that description is open to interpretation) but did include a nearly new bed which male staff had said I could have a new mattress on once we arrived in Spain. Eventually a path way had been cleared to the aforementioned bed frame. I must admit that I had cheated as you are aware by pushing both out of bed as they slept to remind them that a king size or super kingsize was essential for a dogs good sleep. Eventually my staff and I went down to the "The Sleep Centre", lovely helpful people I might add. I leapt upon the first bed but was speedily removed by female staff, as a warning eyebrow was raised behind the counter, ooops! Male staff was insistent that we had a particular kingsize bed and he duly paid for the new mattress, wincing as he does at actually parting with money.

Good day pack,

Well here I am in Spain in my lovely new kennel (my two paws call it a villa). I am starting to knock staff into shape and get my home and staff’s quarters into shape.

We have a large palm tree which has, I am sure, grown too large for its intended purpose and too near to the kennel. I spoke to male staff and asked if it was in his area of ability to remove it, but he answered “not in my pay grade”, showing a reluctance to attempt the task. I called up the lovely couple from Potty Finca and asked them to remove it. John looked at it saying no problem but we cannot get the root out. Upon which male staff chimed in to say he would get the root out. Ho hum, we shall see thought I, he doesn’t do anything that raises a sweat apart from race to the bar. Down came the palm and away went John and Ruth with their truck laden with the palm and I tapped the stump meaningfully whilst staring at male staff.

The very next day male staff emerged purposefully with pick axe, spade, shovel and levering bar. My, I thought, he means business unless he has sold all those items on the forum. I decided that I should retire into my kennel and supervise female staff at this point as I had a premonition about male staff's efforts. Two hours later I ventured out only to see that a small moat had been dug around the tree stump and male staff was sitting on the stump looking hot, red faced and definitely grubby. He turned to me and said “I think I have strained a muscle”.