Monday, 19 May 2008

Pedigree Chum Rescue!

Ooo yea also forget to mention I went to Crufts. Now I'm not a supporter of dog shows but I was seriously loving some of the puppy accessories available there. Over 5000 stalls.. pure dog lover heaven! Ralph was spoilt rotten. And this was before we even got him from the breeder! Hence a lot of his toys, collars and leads were rather oversized - and still are! He's only mini so I don't think he'll ever grow into them. Any who, I saw some pretty impressive dogs, some weirdo breeds that I never knew existed.. .and decided my next dog will be a St Bernard (that is if they manage to breed the dribbling out of them because that mings).
I also got to see some random demonstration by the people who make pedigree chum. It was a reinactment of how they can lower a dog into a well on a harness! Hmmm good for comedy value if nothing else. I'm not entirely sure what pedigree chum has to do with dogs rescuing people from wells other than a bit of brand plugging for sales of course... but I'm sure we shall see.

Thursday, 15 May 2008

Cyprus (Protaras) - Heavenly Holiday or Hell??

As for me, well theres always a story to tell. It's generally relating to the latest trauma thats occured. But fear not I'll try to keep it sweet! I bravely went where I had been before, to Cyprus with me mate Jayne. Much fun and frolics were had by all in our posh Protaras resort. We drank our body weight in alcohol and ate some interesting foods ... including fish eggs? Apparently thats what taramasalata was all along - well its news to me! The meze and kleftiko were lovely as predicted and we soaked up some sunshine pool side. Our little expedition to Farmagusta wasn't quite so much fun. It looked more like a scene from war torn Kosovo and was all a bit disturbing really. On the upside it had a lush beach so couldnt complain. Oh and we found a random dead fish washed up, as you will see in the pic to follow!
As usual the holiday ended in a few tears when I ended up in a Cypriot intensive care with all number of horrible lines in me that looked more like torture instruments. But we wont dwell there. I flew home a few days later and I've never been happier to land at Heathrow Terminal 5.