It's a Cyclops......

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The other day I wrote about monsters, today its Cyclops!  Yes the Guv is at it again and I had to keep watch on what he was up to.  It appears the eyes of the Rover (don't know why he calls his car by a dogs name) needed replacing now we are in France.  As I understand it apparently the Rover's new eyes will now, at a flick of a switch, become cross eyed to the right.  Still don't know why the Guv had to take all it's nose off before he could pull it's eyes out though! 

Pride of place....

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Some time back you may recall I showed you a painting the Guv had a lady in Greece paint of me on a roof tile.  We believe the tile, that came from a tumbled down church is well over 100 years old  (that's even older than the Guv!).  Well it's been given pride of place on the fireplace in my new home in France. 

It's a monster !

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There I was minding my own business, sitting quietly in the garden (well actually I was watching a rather cute spaniel opposite), and this MONSTER appeared right up against my garden fence.  I had to immediately go and sort it out and let my people know it was eating all the sunflowers and spitting out the stalks from it's rear end!

Home at last.....

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I'm home at last and in our absence the builder has nearly finished the patio outside the lounge.  Well in fact he has finished as it's now down to the Guv to lay the slabs.  I feel the Guv's backache coming on!  Meanwhile I'll just sit here and sunbathe.

Wrong & right !

Well after leaving the Guv's mum's house we stayed the night in a Campanille, not the best place I've stayed in I can tell you. The Guv said there was not enough space in the room to swing a cat (and I'd like to have done that!).  The following day we set off for the tube under the sea again, on our way back to my pad in France.

At least here my people got it right.  A night at the human kennel the Guv always uses when he is in France.  What's more they have got to know me !

We're off again

The stay in Hereford was very short, in fact only for one full day, the following morning we were up and off, this time to see the Guv's mother. Now I had been to Barry a few times before and knew she always welcomes me......

......this time was now exception and she gave me some human biscuits to eat (the Guv seldom gives me such treats).  Meanwhile the Guv spent some time showing her photos from his family history research, one was of her cousin who she had not seen for over 70 years! 

...and now to Hereford

After leaving the Guv's relatives in Norfolk we were in for another long drive, this time to Hereford.  Now I have been there a few times before but this time I was to be treated to a two night stay in yet another human kennel.

Now you know the song about a "Little White Bull", well in the middle of the town centre is a blooming big black bull!  I gave it a quick bark but I guess it was dead scared of me because it stood there frozen still.

We then met some of my peoples friends at this garden centre,  I was allowed to sit outside with them whilst they had coffee and talked, but pesky wasps attacked so I had to escape to the poppymobile whilst my people continued their food inside.....

More visits.....

So a good nights sleep and it was off to see more of the Guv's relatives, this time in Norfolk.  Now I have been there before and it was these people who were staying with the Guv and the Misses in Greece when I was taken in.  

I think I might have told you previously in some of my blogs that the Guv's uncle (in the photo) used to breed and train top notch gun dogs in his younger days.  I wish I had been around then, I'd have shown his "top notch" gun dogs just how good a hunting dog a Greek mutt like me can be !

My kennel for the night

After we left the Guv's relatives in Essex I was "plum tuckered out", all that attention I was getting wore me out!  I was very glad when we arrived at the human kennel the Guv had booked, not too far away.

As you can see it was not just a human kennel but a place where humans go to thrash little white balls around with sticks. (bought back some horrible memories that did for me, I used to get thrashed by humans with sticks in my early life in Greece before I found the Guv and the Misses). As normal I was allowed inside (I always bring my own bed), and had a good nights sleep.

I'm related as well....

After the frustrating delay at the Dartford Tunnel the Guv headed off to meet up with some of his relatives he had not seen for over 20 years. This was my first visit to Essex and I am pleased to say that they all welcomed me into their family, so I guess I am now related as well......