Mounten Goats 29 June 2020

Dear frends in Blogland today we are writing to you from the fabulous green island of Corfu. We is Delilah an’ Luna the pups wot have been left behind by Samson, so are continuing the blog writing. We has sed that the water keeps going on an’ off where we live in Corfu. Most Sundays we have no water including yesterday but that is not the only fing wot goes on an off. The electrickery does too. We is not understanding why. But then, as if that is not enuff, the Intynet goes on and off, on an’ off, all the time. The Boss complains to the Intynet peeps an’ they send someone round to fix it. Then 2 days later the Intynet is off agen an’ so is the phone too. That meens the hoomans have to use their mobile phones to call the Intynet peeps. That would be good but the Intynet peeps don’t like to call the Boss’s mobile cos it is Brittish, so then our kind Greek neighbour has to take the calls on his mobile cos he has the right sort of mobile phone. Wot is that about?

We finks having the Intynet off is a blessing as then the Missus an’ The Boss don’t stroke that horrid bald mouse all the time and can find time to cuddle and stroke us instead. But we has realised that if there is no Intynet we can’t post our blogs, so we is not sure if having no Intynet is good or bad. Wot do you finks? Should we bovver wiv Intynet or not? We is confoosed.

The Boss wiv the furry face an’ The Missus sez they need the Intynet to stream TV. Wot are they on about? How can TV stream??? It makes no sense. A stream is water wot runs through the ground an’ wot we like to paddle in. We guess we could try to paddle in the TV but it is stuck on the wall an’ we finks we will be in trouble like we were the uvva day when we fort we would get a bottle of laundry detergent off the top of the Tumbly dryer and take the top off. All this green liquid spilled out all over our bed and smelled disgustingly sweet. The Missus sez she knew straight away we had done somefink cos our bathroom where we sleep smelled all nice. We fort it smelled disgusting. She put our blanket in the washety sheen wivout any washing liquid cos she sez it had half a bottle soaked into it already. She sez she wos stupid cos she fort we wasn’t big enuf to reach the top of the Tumbly dryer but now she has seen our pawprints on it she knows we is clever an’ big enuff to get on the top of it. She sez we is getting like mounten goats. Wot is she on about? First she sed we wos hamsters, then guinea pigs, then ferrets, then Minions, then Wombles an now we is mounten goats. She wants to make up her mind. Now she has put everyfink on a high shelf out of our way but look out peeps cos we are working on a cunning plan to get to it.

Come wot may you can be sure we will find fun somehow. Like the boys from the pet shop say “And we were never being boring We were never being bored 'cause we were never being boring We were never being bored”

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