I am not going to lie,
mis amigos, I am very tired. I had a very hard day of work and I simply want to have a
siesta in front of the fire. "No, no, Carbon, " says ML, "You have to tell everyone about your adventures today because tomorrow you will have all new adventures."
Pfft. Adventures, she says. I call it
mucho trabajo, a lot of work.
Vale, ok,
vamanos, here we go.
First it rained and rained and rained and rained. I have never seen so much rain! I had to keep a good eye on the fire to make sure it was not blown out by the rain. I may have rested my tired gentleman eyes, but only for a short while. ML may have been giving me belly rubs on the sofa, but this is part of my important assistant dog duties. Do you know that rubbing a soft puppy belly like mine reduces human blood pressure?
Si, si, it does. You should try it, it is very therapeutic.
Eh...
donde estaba? Where was I?
Oh
si, I was working hard on the sofa.
At lunch ML and I shared some Irish soda bread and Irish butter.
Que rico! How deeeelicious! Then we were ready to go outside. No more wet from above!
Ojala! Thank goodness!
I thought we would go to the beach. Noooooo, no, Carbon! Instead we went into Town. Town is the only place in Dingle where there are more people than sheep. ML visited a nice man in a shop that we visited last year. Last year ML told the man about me and how I was a foster dog. The man laughed and said, "That's your dog and you'll be back with him next year!". He is a smart man: that is what I think. ML has been visiting him every year for over 10 years, so the Smart Man knew Brogan too. ML told him thank you for the ear sparkles (he makes them himself) and that we would be back to see him next year. I like the sound of that!
Next we went to visit an Italian man in a store with all sorts of interesting and good-smelling things. ML visits the Italian man every year, too. He makes wood toys and tells jokes about sheep. I like him a lot because all Italians love dogs and because I am a dog and he is Italian, he loves me. He also loves to talk and I got un
poco, a leeetle bit, bored. Finally ML told him that our parking ticket was running out and we had to go.
Hasta luego, see you next year, Talky Italian Man!
Now it must be time to go to the beach,
no?
We did get in the car but we drove. And stopped. And drove. And stopped. Sometimes when we stopped ML made me get out.
Are we at the beach? Do I get to run? No, no! She makes me model in front of the sea! Too much modelling, not enough running on the beach. ML says that I am giving her "Señor Grumpypantalones" face. I ask you,
mis amigos, would you not be grumpy if you were forced to work without a holiday now and then? Where is my beach time? More importantly, where is my DINNER?
By this time, the sun started to set and I was
muy triste, very sad, that I would never get any beach time. Or any dinner. Then ML comes to yet another place to stop the car and says, "Carbon, you have been such a good boy, even if you are a little grumpy. Now I'm putting my camera away and we are going to go to the beach and run and run and just enjoy the sunset together."
And so we did.
Oh, and I got my dinner, too. I guess ML is a
buena persona, a good person, after all.
Here I am exploring Town. A passerby complimented me on my modelling. These Irish people have good taste.
Scenery of Dingle Town. You know ML made me put this in here. No dog =
aburrido, boring!
She made me pose in front of a dolphin! Pfft! This is the point I started having grumpy thoughts. It was also my dinner time. My MISSED dinner time.
Back in the car and modelling stop
numero uno.
I am not pleased.
Across the road are some of my canine cousins. Maybe they have room for me at their house for dinner.
More scenery. Wake me when it is over.
Oh no, no! Why has ML included this? I am not at my most
guapo here! She says I look "cute". Pfft! I am a handsome Spanish gentleman, I am not "cute".
Vale, ok, this is better.
Oh
si, si! This one is perfect. THIS is how a Spanish gentleman touring Ireland dog should look.
That is all for tonight:
buenas noches, mis amigos! 
