Good Friday – and I feel good, dadedadedadedaa…
I’m a little worried about my humans. Last week they had visitors over from Blighty – Di, Bill, Lynn and Rob. On Thursday evening they visited their favourite Spanish restaurant – le Herradura in Los Montesinos.
Because Bill and Leigh only have two days between their birthdays Leigh decided to put on a bitofado last Friday evening. She invited some local human friends so there were about fourteen of them all together – sadly, no other canines were invited. All went swimmingly well and lots of fun was had. Rosie and I spent most of the evening snoozing and trying to be ‘in the right place at the right time’ where the food was conferenced. Well, a girl can always hope can’t she?
Around two in the morning I heard giggling, then whispers of, ‘Shall we? Oh go on then’ – followed by a big splash and then a second splash. Going outside to investigate I was greeted by the sight of Leigh and Bill (resplendent in their underwear) swimming in the pool. Not only that but they got out, giggled lots more, then went back in. Leigh thought they resembled those swimmers who elegantly move about the pool in synchronisation. I thought they looked like two lunatics doggypaddling around. Yelp!
Today, after lunching out at the Black Bull at Torremendo (our usual Friday haunt), we came back to relax in the garden. Rosie is suffering from a pawly (sorry) paw; if she hadn’t been we would have probably strolled around le Predera, which is only a few minutes walk from the Black Bull. Anyway, our humans sat listening to music, drinking a nice bottle of cava, whilst Rosie and I basked. The temperature was around twenty-five degrees – not bad for March eh?
As I observed the pair of them – Leigh in a mismatched bikini – emerald-green top and multicoloured bottom, Tom in shorts and bare stripy feet (that sun just doesn’t penetrate the leather straps Tom) – they suddenly got up and started dancing! Yelp. Thank heaven we live remotely. The Isley Brothers, Stevie Wonder, Jackson Five and Lionel Ritchie accompanied them. Rosie looked embarrassed and I just stood and stared. What if the farmer had driven up the Camino – I would have died of embarrassment.
Easter is well celebrated here in Spain and I think we are going to have a busy couple of days exploring local towns to see what’s on. I’ll let you know how we get on – I am just wondering if Rosie and I are going to spend a couple of hours home-alone tomorrow evening? I am sure I heard Tom saying he guessed there would be fireworks during the ‘activities’. As you know, Rosie is not good with fireworks, so even though we don’t enjoy being withoutourhumans I know it’s preferable to dodging noisy old bangers!!
Woof, Martha x