The Labraventures of Carbón, Spanish (ex-) foster dog extraordinaire

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Oh wow @Emily_Babbelhund
Were you able to reschedule your meetings or were you in communicado, AWOL, up an Irish hill?
One is just gone as it was a team meeting. The other my colleague rescheduled but at 2pm tomorrow when I'm supposed to be driving to Kinsale. But I'm not going to ask her to reschedule after today's AWOL turn, so I'll just have to figure it out!
 
That was too funny!! Nonono I know it was just awful, but your turn of phrase. Hey, did you know we’re all waiting for the book to come out? ;)

I am actually surprised you didn’t just curl up in a ball under the duvet. I had to reimage my MacBook 3 weeks ago. New OS. Then reinstall all our (very complicated) tools. All self-service. I actually cried at work! It took 10 days to do it all, and even now I’m using a workaround because I can’t get one tool to work. It was frustrating and frightening because without the tools, I couldn’t do my work. To earn a living.

I look forward to some Italian in the next post! :) And I’m sorry you had to go through all that.
 

Beanwood

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Completely off piste...but if you are driving to Kinsale....AND if you go via Bandon...maybe a little video of the village? Bandon is where my family come from xxx
 
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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Completely off piste...but if you are driving to Kinsale....AND if you go via Bandon...maybe a little video of the village? Bandon is where my family come from xxx
Just seeing this now. :( I went near Bandon but after dark, but would have timed better and made a side trip if I'd seen your message earlier. Bummer. It's only about 30 minutes drive away, I'll see if I can make it over before I leave!
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Ciao tutti! Hi everyone! I like this new keyboard: it is bigger for my paws and also by some magic I can write un po' d'Italiano, a little Italian. Molto bene! I suddenly feel very suave, like I should be romancing a sultry-eyed Spinoni.

I was molto felice, very happy, today because ML remade my seat in our car. So much more comfortable! But then instead of taking me to the spiaggia (that's "beach" - oh this is fun, this Italian), ML took me on a long, long drive. Pfft! Non e' bene, that's not good!

This situation put me in an umore schifo, a nasty mood. Even when we stopped and got out, I put on my Signor Grumpypantolini face.

Then we drove and drove some more. Basta! Enough!

But then can you guess what happened? At the end of the drive was my friend Curly Murphy and his human Rose! Oh si, si, si ! Che bella la vita! Life is great! Curly kissed me, I kissed him. E' l'amore davvero. It is truly love.

Now I'm happy in bed and ready for a piccola siesta, a little nap. Buona notte a tutti!

Scenery. You all know how I feel about scenery.
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Che cane nobile, what a noble dog!
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THAT is the perfect Signore Grumpypantolini face!
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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
As part of his goal to be more Italian, Carbon has planned an industrial work action - that's a strike - tonight. He is joined by Curly's Catbadger, who apparently is a big believer in worker's rights.

I'm pretty sure the strike will conclude tomorrow as Italians are more lovers than fighters. And because I plan to give in to his strike demands of a trip to the beach.

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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Ciao amici, hello friends. This is il tuo Carbon, still trying to turn myself into an Italian gentleman, at least for un po', a little, time. My master plan to have a sciopiro, a strike, until ML took me to the beach worked too well. We went to the beach, but now I am molto stanco, very tired. I can barely move my poor little handsome paws!

We had such a good time, my Australian brother and I. There was a ball and sun and LOT of running. I ran, Curly ran. I swam, Curly jumped in after me. Curly even caught the ball once. I have never seen him do that so I thought the ball was missing. Ho cercato d'appertutto, I looked everywhere! Curly is so curly that I never even saw it in his mouth. He is a quiet one but I think very furbo, crafty, too!

ML did not take any photos at the beach today. She said that today was just for us dogs and she needed to concentrate on enjoying us and Curly's mama lady @RosieC instead of taking photos. That was molto bene, all fine, with me because it meant she could throw the ball many times. ML said we were breaking the Law of the Tennis Ball which says that Carbon Does Not Get Them, but that was OK because we were celebrating No More Heartworm. I am not really sure what any of that means, only that it was spettaculare, spectacular, and now I am a very happy signore.

Oh, and ML says I must tell you about me getting so pazzo, crazy, about food that I knocked over and broke a pretty dish in Signora Rose's kitchen Then ran outside and ate...

No, no. I refuse. A Spanish-Italian gentleman dog tells no tales. Especially on himself. Pfft!

Even with this piccolissimo problema, tiny problem, today was bello, bello, bello and I will go to bed with sweet dreams. Buona notte a tutti!



A siesta in the sun after a run, niente meglio, nothing better!
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My eyes are closed very tightly because I am thinking serious thoughts.
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Curly is also thinking serious thoughts.
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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Hola todos. Si, si, I am back to Spanish because I am demasiado triste, too sad, to practice my Italian today. I had to say "Hasta luego" to my Italian brother Curly and Señora Rose. We had a last run on the beach and then mean ML took me away. Vale, ok, she is not mean, because she cried along with me and Curly and Rose. Everyone was sad!

To add to the general mala suerte, bad luck, of the day, I ate kelp and crabs on the beach. Then maybe I also ate some sustainably recycled nutrition (ML insists on calling it "poo"). No, no, eating this delicious food was not the unlucky part. What was mala suerte was that It all gurgled in my poor Spanish tummy and combined with my sadness of leaving Curly and then things got muy feo, very ugly, in the car. It was only 5 degrees outside, but ML had the window open for the last two hours of our drive. I nearly turned blue, but I have to admit it did smell muy malo, very bad, and we needed the air.

Lo mas malo, the worst of all, was that ML did not feed me my dinner! This has never ever ever happened since I came to live with ML! I am planning my escape. Maybe. Or maybe I will simply be Señor Grumpypantalones FOREVER. Who will ML take photos of then, heh? It would serve her right.

Here I am today with my Brother from Another Mother, as Señora Rose says:
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