Sometimes I wonder why I blog, what makes me want to share my life, my family and my mainly embarrassing moments with you all.
… and then I received the following email to myself and my sister from my Dad who has just arrived in Spain and it all fell into place. Sharing too much information is clearly hereditary.
For the record Millie is his dog.
Buenas dias girls
We have arrived in Spain safely. The only drama was Millie crapping in the Ibis Hotel reception. Luckily it happened below the sight line of the receptionist so I was able to bag the turd unseen quicker than Billy the Kid drawing his pistol. Unfortunately its not so easy to bag a smell with the result I received a funny look from the receptionist. A poo bag was always at the ready at every other hotel when walking the dog from the lift to the exit door.
I’m off up to the villa to meet an electrician as all the electrics have failed – and we have renters in! This will be some shit I can’t put in a poo bag.
Lots of love
Pops





























10 Comments on "A postcard from Spain"
Brilliant! Probably made the postman laugh too!
Beats it being dropped in the hallway every time the little barrel-chested mop on legs arrives here! No shame that dog; it is a Spanish after all, they don’t train the buggers over there.
LOL! Thanks for sharing that!
Hmm! I think it’s now clear where the talent comes from!
Glad I’m not the only one with a disreputable Dad. I see where you get it from now….
Yeah, but he’s sharing it only with his family. Well, he WAS.
Fantastic – can only imagine the look on the receptionist’s face LOL !
Heheheee! Very funny.
‘Tis definitely genetic.
Dogs, kids, poos. It all merges into one really.
Glad it happens to other people too…
That’s fab. Love your Dad for that. What a great postcard. Much better than ‘we’re having a great time – wish you were here’. I’m definitely all for being open and sharing…as you probably know! x