Slight sore head in the am for K ….. we walked it off into town for coffee. We gained a wine glass from last night – cheers S and J. We filled with water at Epidavros Ancient Theatre (K had spotted a tap when we visited here with the Aged P’s); thankfully as showers are due soon.  Here we discovered that our Corrie barks at dogs approaching near our Jez – maybe more of an ‘alarming’ dog than young Oscar?  

 

On to the coastal village of Ancient Epidauros and our super overnight parking.  Minor nanny nap walk along the front – spotting running routes for the morrow.  Now K freezes meals and takes a meal out of the freezer in plenty of time for it to defrost.  Pork and prunes due for tonight and it came out of the freezer last night.  We know it would have been yummy, but we were not to eat it.  It had already been eaten overnight … so that was the plastic bag shreds that J found on the floor this morning.  Note to self, move all defrosting items out of Corrie’s way!  No dog friendly restaurants – so supermarket tinned meatballs for supper – rather yummy too!  

 

 

 

A short drive to the vet.  We stayed with Corrie whilst she had the sleepy, followed by the antibiotic and pain killer, injections … right up to when she went right under with the drip.  

 

We asked when we should come back.  Now, one would expect, being used to British vets, that the answer would be late afternoon.  No, only 40 minutes.  We removed ourselves to Jez for a coffee.  Hardly had we drunk this, but the vet appeared at our window waving us to come in so that we could be there as she came round.  Quite similar to taking a child down to theatre and being in recovery when they come round.  We have instructions and medications that J walked to the normal pharmacy to buy.  I was expecting an Elizabethan collar to stop her licking the wound, but the vet said this distresses the dogs, so unless she keeps worrying at it, best not to have one.  Very happy with that … not to mention how awkward the collar would be in such a small space 🙂  

 

Back at the Corinth Campserstop, we settled Corrie into her bed, but she eventually decamped to Oscar’s.  Not sure how he will take that tonight, as he used to sleeping beside me!  She has been out on unsteady legs for a pee and eaten scrambled egg and rice … the vet said street dogs normal eat much quicker than house dogs.  But very docile and sleepy.  She will go back to the vet tomorrow for another pain relief injection; good just to have the vet check her over again too.

 

Being settled for the day, I took O for a long walk and did laundry; the twin tub has sooooo been a worthwhile investment.  A neighbour told me a medium load here is EUR8 … well, I just saved EUR16.  James cleaned Jez inside and did the engine levels checks.  A productive afternoon.

 

The said neighbour is British ex-forces driving a small and ancient, but rusting Winebego.  He has driven from the UK with his massive drooling Mastiff, with the intention of buying land and erecting cabins in Crete.  Given he doesn’t seem that fit and is advancing in years, this seems somewhat challenging.  However, the real story is that his vehicle insurance expired on 1st Feb and the insurers refused to renew … something about not paying taxes there.  I am sure there MUST be a lot more to it, but he is now looking at registering himself in Greece so he can import the vehicle and get it taxed here.  He mentioned the vehicle is worth £2,000 on a good day, but the importing will cost £6,000.  Fellow motorhomers, Carol and Mike had mentioned another character here, who we have yet to meet … A Hungarian looking for a temporary bride … I forget what the reason was.  You do meet them on a trip like this.  

 

Well, well, well (and well again).  Me flabber is feckin gasted!!!  If you’ve ever had yer blabber fasted, you’ll know wot I mean.  The owners have gone totally bonkers!  To cut a short story long…. James took me for my morning walk (and the other thing too) – off the lead (he’s learning well). This little pixie dog appeared – Wild Thing (there’s a song about that). She wanted to play – now I never pass up a chance of a bit of ‘RolyPoly’ – so we gamboled along nicely…..  Then J called K to see the little rascal from the van door – she looked at it and said “shall we adopt her?”.  J answered “yes”.  I thought K wanted an ‘adaptor’ from the garage so I was cool. Bejaysus, the next thing the young doggy was in my van and scoffing my food!  It appears they have taken her into my family permanently!!!!!  

 

K has called her ‘Corrie’ as she comes from Corinth (ancient).  How original is that, you say?  Not.  They could have called her Rover or Trixiebell or TrollyDolly or Wildthingiewotsit…. but no – blinking Corrie!  Mind you, she’s cute (that’s what K calls J – and he biffs her bottom!)  He likes a bit of bottombiffing…. no comment from me, there.  She is ok (not K but Corrie) and takes orders from me – which is the most important thing. We took her to a local vet and she is perfectly healthy (I didn’t want to catch a dose of fleaze or wormz) but she will need the ‘chop’…… It’s good that she’s no pussy (remember Mrs Slocum?).  Sparky enough – and would yez believe it?  She has snow white eye lashes!!!  What is the world coming to?  Any road up, she can stay as long as I have the power of Tito – sorry, vito…..  

 

Corrie here, readers….  I was out minding my own business and playing with this stud Oscar (he wanted his legover – but I never do it on the first date, anyway) – in my wildness area.  Before I knew it – I was dognapped!  Well, it means regular nosh and a nice bed in the warmth of something like a big tin can with wheels…. the owners are ok – J is a bit of a greco-roaming ancient – and K is a bit of a posh bird (she thinks).  They tell me I’ll meet doggys called Poppy and Boo (queer names) and Kenzie – in other countries – I’ve never been past Corinth. I had a family once but the Recession meant I was turfed out, like 1 million other Greek dogs – tragic.  I really wanted to be called Madonna or QueenBea, but Corrie is quite catchy (named after a street in somewhere called Manchester, I believe…  Oscar thinks he can order me around – now girlies – how many men are similarly denuded, sorry – deluded?

 

Yours in shox – Oscar and Corrie – next time it will be Corrie and Oscar.

Yassus, caramera and efharisto – and yackyda (Welsh for his nibs).