tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60779840338670766312011-08-30T15:08:38.445+03:00My life as a dog on a Greek farm with five other dogs and two cats. Complete madness!Busterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09633822554323615309noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077984033867076631.post-18006637241999763392008-12-28T17:49:00.009+02:002008-12-28T19:22:10.453+02:00

I have some very sad news.There were seven of us here at Xerika until a few weeks ago, but then our friend Zaira stopped living after eating poisoned meat.Now don’t get me wrong. Most Greek humes are great, but there are some who don’t have a good attitude towards animals. Some humes who keep chickens are worried that foxes will take them, so they put out poisoned food to kill the foxes. Some

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This is a picture of Zaira with two bones. Greedy or what???(It is night. Ziggy, Zaira, Gelert, Foxy (my mum), Poppy (my sister), Seven, and Buster (that’s me) are all in our dog-house, sitting or lying on blankets.)ZAIRA: So before drawing this meeting of the ‘Xerika’ Escape Committee to a close, I want to make absolutely certain that everyone is clear what they have to do. Any questions?(There

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Buster here again, folks.Phew! It looks like Ziggy forgot the bit about me describing him as a nutter at the beginning of his story, so I’ll fill you in on that myself.Well, to start with, it’s a little unfair to call him a nutter as such. It’s just that he has these fits. The first time I saw it happen, I really had no idea what was going on. He was sitting down and then suddenly started glaring

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Ziggy here again, readers. Sorry about the interruption.So where was I? Oh yes. I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the shed.The shape of a hume appeared in the doorway and I froze, not daring to think what they’d do to me. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen.But nothing did. I heard footsteps moving away and I slowly opened one eye. The doorway was empty.

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Now, it has to be said that Ziggy is really a bit of a nutter. Maybe that’s a bit harsh but he does have this habit of…..Hang on a minute though. First, I should tell you about how he came to be here at “Xerika”.About a year ago, the humes were going off on some trip or other for a couple of weeks and they’d taken Sammy and Rory (my and Poppy’s dads) to be looked after by some hume friends. Our

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Jeez, did she go mad or what? I mean one lousy slipper. Anydog would think she'd had her leg amputated in her sleep.Listen up. If humes leave any kind of footwear (including socks), underwear, or anything else that isn't nailed down just lying around in full reachable distance, it's up for doggy grabs, yeah? Now am I right or am I right?Of course, Gelert had to play the bloody clown, didn't he,

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A few days ago, I told you that we might have a seventh member of our gang. Well she’s still here and she’s still called ‘Seven’ because we haven’t thought of a better name yet. You have to get to know a dog first before you can come up with a moniker that really fits.When we got up the morning after she arrived, Seven was inside the gate. We all rushed up and started barking questions at her as

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Well, what a turn-up. Literally. I mean there’s already six of us dogs here and now there might be seven! These humes must be bonkers if you ask me.Anyway, this is how it happened this very afternoon….The humes had got a couple of other humes in to help do some stuff to their olive trees. I don’t know exactly what but it seemed to involve cutting lots of branch things out of them. They were only

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Sorry for the slight delay, Buster Fans, as I know you're dying to know the next bit of my story. If I remember right, Mum, sister Poppy and I had just set off to find our dads, who lived on a small farm called "Xerika".....WARNING: This next bit is very sad so if you're easily upset, you might want to skip to the next part.Poppy and I were less than two months old when we set off with Mum to

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OK, so I've realised I was telling you about how I came to be here at “Xerika” and then got a bit sidetracked by the all important issue of food.As I said, my mum was a chicken-guard on this farm and she had these two boyfriends – or maybe it was three....Now listen here a minute. I know what you're thinking and you can stop that right now. Capiche? Having more than one boyfriend at a time is

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Jeez! What a night. We've got this great apartment that one of the humes built for us and we're all nestled in all cosy like and someone takes a dump in there, right in the top corner. Stink or what? Zaira reckons it was Ziggy that coiled one down but my bet's on Gelert. They all denied it of course but I watched them all later and Gelert didn't do one for hours after the rest of us.OK, so where

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See my picture at the top? That’s me. I’m Buster. You girl dogs out there are panting already. I can hear you.I don’t like to use the B word for girl dogs ‘cos I don’t think it sounds nice. But don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t mean I‘m not hot stuff, because I am. Not that I’ve done that kind of thing yet as I’m far too young. I’m about five months old as it happens, which makes me about three

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