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Oh dear I am suffering today. Yesterday, the boys and I were having a bit of a go at the alpacas, because they were there, and they were getting attention from some people staying in the house. All of a sudden little ‘Shitface’ pushed me off of the top of the wall. I fell a long way and landed on my tail. The strange looking animals came running over to me, and I was scared in case they wanted to hurt me. The big person picked me up and took me into the house and made sure I was ok, but today I feel as though someone has beaten me up. When they took me for a walk this morning, I could not wag my tail and it hurt to move it out of the way to have a poo.

 I’m trying to keep out of the way of Shitface and the big boy because I don’t want to get hurt again, so I have been hiding in the ‘dog room’ with Geri, hoping she will look after me. It feels a little better since the big person put something in my mouth and held it shut for a while, he kept rubbing my throat until it made me swallow and then he let me go.

 Hopefully, soon I will feel back to my normal self and be able to wag my tail like normal. To top it all off the loud bangs have started again, and that makes me very scared and reminds of when I ran away from the horrible men because I didn’t like all the noise.


I hurt my tail!


Aaaaarrrrgghhhh, I get so angry and I don’t know why. The other boys are annoying me and I just want to fight all the time. I chase the grey one, but then his friend gets all tough with me and ends up chasing me around the field and I scream and scream at him until all the boys are fighting with each, other, then one of the people comes out and normally throws water at us and we stop. When this happens normally my lips feel funny and to make them better I have to rub my face in the hay until I sneeze then its feels normal again.

 All I really want to do is see some girls, I’m getting older now and it would be great to have a day out with some girls. I think I would make a good Dad.

 Thankfully a few days ago, we had some water come from the sky, so there is a little bit of green stuff starting to appear over the fence which we can see, hopefully one day the people will let us on there to eat it. Sometimes they come and put something on my face, and try to pull me in all different directions, but I don’t like it, they just end up pushing me along. Maybe one day I will do it for them.

 A while ago we had our hair cut for the summer, and when it is really hot I like to go for  swim by sitting in our water bowl, then rolling in the mud, this helps to cool me down, but thankfully the temperature has gone down now, so we can relax a bit more and run around a bit.

Oops better go, looks like the people are here with some food. Laters.


Me cooling off in summer

I’m a little bit sad still.  There were 3 of us when I first opened my eyes.  We could n’t see anything apart from leaves and a brightness in the sky.  When we were able to walk about on our own my silver grey brother disappeared one day.  I think the nice people that kept cuddling us may have taken him… sniff!  There were just 2 of us little kittens left, and we did everything together.  Snuggled up on the chairs, and jumped on top of each other in the morning and night, when it was cooler.  One day she went away  too.  I could see her over the fence, but she was n’t moving.  It was either the big noisy machine that moves fast on the track or the giant bird in the sky that dropped her.  I don’t know which.  The man took her away and I never ever saw her again … sniff.

My big brother Xavi has been looking after me and lets me cuddle up to him, and rub my face on him.  I love my Mummy very much but she wants me to be all grown up and be independent and not even drink from her anymore… sniff.

When my sister was here lots of people gave us lovely food, now we only get dry biscuits from the lady, but at least she feeds us.  I’m growing big now, and soon I’ll be as big as my two brothers and I’ll be able to look after Mummy.  Already I’m being very brave and stand staring at the giant animals that shout loudly at us, and I eat the funny tall animals food too.

Hopefully I can stay here forever, I love it here!!

Me, on the right, with Zuli, left and little Iker who is sadly no longer with us.

Hi, I’m Cassandra, I’m the pretty one. I moved here from England nearly 5 years ago now, with my baby Clara. Clara went to live at another house and I came to live here with my friend Black Dancer. Sadly one day she died, and I was left on my own, so I had to be moved about quite a lot so that I could be with my friends. Now I live here with Bermuda and Lily, who can both be moody old cows, but I love to lie in the sun and chillax.

 I have had two babies here in Spain, Rafa and Galaxy. Rafa has turned into a big strong boy, but they took him away when one day he was too strong for me and got on top of me trying to ‘sex’ me. Galaxy is lovely but he is the black sheep of the family, and doesn’t seem to get on very well with the other boys.

 I’m so pleased it’s the end of the summer now because us girls are fed up of eating the dry straw they feed us, it’s just not what we were used to in England where they gave us lush green grass to eat all day. Thankfully now we can see the grass starting to grow, and can’t wait to get at it. I think something’s going on though, we seem to be getting preened, our toe nails being cut and I think maybe, we could be seeing the boys soon, woo hoo, looking forward to that. I wonder who they will set me up with? 


I’m Cassandra!

Well I was the first dog to live here, and I never really expected there to be others. I had always been loyal and well behaved and I thought that the people respected me for that, but almost as soon as we arrived here at the Olive Mill they started collecting other animals. Loads of other dogs, pain in the arse cats, strange animals with long necks and noisy birds. Even so, all of these I can handle, at a push, but the worst is the last little thing they brought in. ‘Shitface’ we call him, because all he ever does is eat poo. Since he arrived I can’t even go to toilet in peace as he follows me to get at my poo as soon as it hits the ground, so now I have to go while I’m walking. Sometimes he even gets his ‘lipstick’ out and stands over me gyrating, but I’m too old for all that, I just ignore him.

I love the weather here, and it means I can live outside all year and get a good suntan, but in the summer it’s too hot for anyone really, I’m not even that keen on going out for my walks in the summer. I’m getting on a bit now, I’m nearly 100, and my legs are creaking and sometimes it’s difficult to stand in the mornings. Nowadays the people have to help me onto the soft bed at night, otherwise sometimes I fall, and that can be embarrassing. I wouldn’t mind if it was just Carlos, he would understand, but little ‘Shitface’, he’s just annoying.

 Since we moved here, I’ve had one operation and now I’m on daily drugs for my arthritis, but I’m sure the weather helps with that, and as long as the drugs keep working and I’m strong enough to go for my walk and get away from the others or shout at the big ones and tell them off if they need it then I’ll be happy.



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