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I just took another 3 hour nap.
Almost every day since day 1 I got sick.
Now it’s 2.30 in the afternoon and I feel like shit.

King is not helping either.
He has pulled a muscle yet again and this is the worst it ever has been.
Crying, whining and bitching when he moves. It is already better than it has been, but honestly, it is very taxing. Going outside with them he barely makes his business, just running circles. But when he gets the right spot he acts like nothing ever happened. Typical man . JoJo doesn’t understand what’s going on and just looks irritated all day.
One more day I guess and this will be done.

No Desert Camp for me. It was already fully booked when I finally got the idea that I probably have the wrong number. Would have been today and I don’t think I wanted to leave King alone for all those hours anyway.

Maybe I do something next week. I feel so drained. Now off to see to the housework. Sigh.
I just see the temperatures in the weather forecast. No wonder, close to zero a bit over a week ago and now it’s going on 24C…..

Hope you feel better than I do and you are enjoying your weekend!

Twice today. Not so nice experiences.
Two people ended up on the Top of my “I want to kill you” list.

First one this morning on the big dirt field, which I use to walk the dogs and other people us it as a short cut or a race track.
One guy this morning, thanks to my plugged ears I didn’t hear him coming, almost hit King. He drove close by in purpose. I could see it in his face and eyes.
He looked like a Westerner, but I’m not sure. He had two Indians in the car which looked surprised and shocked. Probably also because of MY death stare after the car.

Second one was a few minutes ago.
I was taking the dogs for another quick round in front of the house.
One guy was going to drive off the parking lot, so I waited to let him drive by.
He waved me to go. Thanks to this mornings experience I had the dogs short and stayed close to the parked cars.
Dude drove by, like I had a gut feeling and made rude gestures at me. I’m like WTF?!
I stopped and stared after him. A few meters away he stopped the car. I waved him to come back if he had a problem, because he kept making gestures.
So, back he came, rolled down the window. Chicken.
I asked him what his problem is.
He looked and sounded like an Arab, but I’m not sure.
He made a gesture like cutting a throat and told me that in Spain they eat dogs like King. They are not good. They kill them (If they are not good, why do they eat them?)
I told him that that’s fine, but why is he so rude to me, we are not in Spain?!
He again told me that Labradors are not good, the small one’s fine.
He didn’t understand the word rude either.
I just told him to fuck off and better be sure not to cross my path again. Nor my husbands.
I told him the story later and he was mad as hell.
So am I. I’m still shaking.

What is wrong with some people? I’m just nice. The dogs are nice. And someone just stops and tells you they should be dead?!

Oh, I remember both of these faces. You better not cross me again. You have not seen a mad German going wild yet. Nor do you want to.
Assholes.

Sorry for the ran. If you quit the readership now, I understand.
But that’s just me.
I can be mean. Very.

You know, after all these countries we have been to with King, I thought I had seen it all, heard it all.
People wanting to buy King for the meat market in Korea.
People poisoning dogs in Germany.
But this tops it all.

*Goes to copy/paste some old blog posts, maybe that calms me down again….*