Shenanigans

So it was a day for finishing off the house ready for my new visitor, beds done, house organised, food in the cupboards, well some food as we will have to see whats what when my visitor arrives, but everyone loves bacon and egg so therefore I have food in the house.

By 9am it was unbelievably hot, just sitting in the garden with my coffee watching Stitch sniff out the local felines was enough to send me looking for factor 'oh my god!', and when I tried to get Stitch out for a quick walk he was none too impressed let me tell you, gonna have to remember and cream his nose with factor 'oh my god' too, not sure how we will get around hot feet though.

Eventually we left the house around 3.30pm, now since my beloved has left I have parked the jeep on the drive at the front and my car (because I'm not insured to drive his) it is parked in the garage at basement level, my beloved asked me why and I reminded him that every time we got in the jeep it was like an oven so now I park in the shade and the cool, so anyway setting off yesterday I put Stitch in the car and turned the engine on then suddenly realising that this maybe wasn't a good idea with the garage door down, suicide is not my intention and dogicide wasn't either so I quickly hit the remote and opened the door all the time holding my breath for fear of ingesting too much fumes.. luckily Stitch was in the car with the doors shut so he was a little better off than myself.

We set off for Paphos airport and once there Stitch had a pee trip around the car park which lead to him limping, once I figured out which foot it was I found a nasty looking thorn in his paw and removed it, he walked off as if nothing had happened, but would he go back on the grass again and who can blame him.

40 minutes from landing to walking through the doors and there he was my baby boy, I was so delighted to see him, but not half as delighted as Stitch was having been left in the car, I did have all the windows opened.  So introductions were made, and Stitch promptly settled himself on the Little Kings lap for the rest of the journey, only bothering to move when his supper was fed to him from a bag, you would have thought he was a horse the way his nose dived in, and then we were home, bags dumped and off we went again, Stitch was given a run down by the beach with his ball and then the Little King and I had our supper at Malindi's watching the tinkling of the lights out to sea before heading back up the road for a night time swim for the boys, Stitch only had a swim because he can't corner worth a damn, when running around the pool whilst I was watering the only bit of garden that isn't on the irrigation system, I have no idea how he did it all I heard was splash and there he was clambering out the pool having hit the hose, obviously thinking he could walk on water....then he was put in his favourite pink boat and pushed around the pool for a while, me I decided it was best to stay dry and leave the water shenanigans to the loons.