June & Football RIP!

Ok - so we do understand that holidaymakers like it hot, but this June (like last) has been exceptional - what's a furry girl to do with temperatures consistently in excess of 35 degs........ Thank the Lord they don't take me down to the bar in the mornings anymore - poor Lynn has to do most of the morning cleaning - huge compensation comes with permission to listen to Radio 4 'Woman's Hour' whilst sweeping up last night's tobacco mountain (the dad's swear that more tobacco ends up on the floor than inside most roll ups - eh, Arturo?).
Big P had the night off last night, and stayed at home with us (cramped my style a bit, as usually watch a porn channel - all jokes about 'doggy-style' disallowed). He's not been well so Mr M and Lynn stepped into the breach.... Lindy Loo and Sweet Soo are still her for another few days, enjoying the company of various 'old' friends. I understand Mas Que Nada was played last night, which means that the Lothario was in (no names, no pack drill).... Nick 'the knife' regaled all with his fascinating tales - whilst also managing to promote local sales of hunting/fishing knives, leather items & knick-knacks. One day a leather fetishist, with a plaster God/trout complex will walk through his door, and Nick will clean up!!!!
Lindy Loo and Soo are having trouble remembering some Greek names and have assigned nicknames to some of our regulars. Suffice to say 'Richard Gere' aka 'Left of the Terrace' was in last night with his lovely wife........
Not ones to gossip......... But did L & P go home together last night, or go their separate ways? Mr M is saying nothing (probably because he doesn't know).....
A quick Happy Birthday to Linda the baker's wife (sounds like a character from Happy Families card game)..... She had her birthday bash a couple of nights ago - 21 again - and again, and again!!!!
By the way, I've just learnt that no one believes I'm only five years old - the dads are telling people I'm 35 - something about dog/human years. Really, we shouldn't be discussing a lady's age. Now then, where are my fags? Do you think they have doggie botox?
I'll have to go soon as Big P wants to download videos for tonight. Something about Nelson Mandela, Glastonbury, and giving the customers what they want (more bloody Winehouse probably). He keeps saying we should have more contemporary music in the bar and then gets drawn into Youtube nostalgia, ending up with more Suzi Quatro and cheesy TV themes)!!!!!
Oooh just have to mention - quite strong wind this morning (lovely and refreshing) - did notice, though, that Chris' bush was trembling quite vigorously!!!!
Take care all dog lovers x

Very Hot Today!

33 degs today in Molyvos - expected to be up to 36 tomorrow. So Grateful that Big P went to Argos when last in the UK and purchased a dog hair trimmer. OK, so stylistically speaking the dad's just ain't Vidal Sassoon, but at least I don't feel like I'm walking around with a flokati strapped to my back in the hot sun. Millie's answer to the heat is simply to shed hairs around the house, so that in the wind they gather together and float around like tumbleweed in the Wild West!!
Just need to say a quick hello to Ricky dog - I know he's been in the bar when I wasn't there one evening - unmistakable scent - much like his dad, Tom! I've heard he's looking pretty foxy at the moment - Ricky that is, not Tom........
Apparently, the football is playing havoc with Molyvos business at the moment - shame, but nothing to be done. Apparently my bar is a haven for those not wishing to watch.... Strange how some are drawn to a bar that consistently plays video clips of Donny and Marie Osmond, and the opening titles to Dallas and Dynasty... No accounting for taste. I understand that my dads' friend Janet was recently nigh on orgasmic to hear MATT Monroe warbling To Russia With Love - no accounting for taste!! Still it easy to get carried away on a half glass of Rose with water!!!
Irini and family are currently here - haven't seen her myself (recent nights I've been glued to Chelsea's decline into drug hell on 'Enders). I believe she's looking fabulous. Certainly in strong voice - I understand The Adam Ant classic 'Stand and Deliver' has rarely sounded quite so......... forceful!!!
We've been poring over Youtube, trying to accede to popular customer request for new videos - found a copy of Creedence Clearwater Revival performing 'Bad Moon Rising'.. so dads are hoping nice Dutch couple come back in sometime soon to watch this 'classic' performance. And I really feel that I should put it on record young Nick (you know who you are) - I'm the one that vetoed Jethro Tull. I mean - we do have a reputation!!!!

It's June Already!

Ok - so it's taken a while to get down to this blogging malarkey- sorry - imagine if you had furry paws - it ain't easy!! Well - the bar's been doing well - with Lynn's able assistance, of course. I mean, Paul & Martin do their best, but they've needed a woman's touch around the place......... By the way, her salsa moves are already becoming legendary...... Last night they tell me there was much dancing - salsa, disco...... Jan, Anita, Dolph, Nigel...... and even Lambros from downstairs! Mr Bamboukos and Lakis were on the balcony offering appropriate encouragement I understand...... When the dancing started Paul and Martin apparently faded into the background (Paul was acting as impromptu DJ, he says - probably just counting the takings - that's my Dad)! The weather is now finally glorious - a bit hot sometimes when I'm out on walks with Silly Milly - but usually one or other of the dads will take me down to 'Stinky Beach' (more of that another time) so we get a bit of a cooling soak.... Two days ago we had an afternoon thunderstorm - I really couldn't care about the thunder - but the 'Silly' dog was shaking like a real wuss, and hiding under the bed!!!!!!! There are still too many cats in this place - Sid's ok, no trouble, and Rita - even Eddie (he's hardly ever home). Whitney's a good mate - she likes to come on dog walks with us. But Phoebe's eaten too many plants for my liking (getting us all into trouble). The newest one is in big trouble having mistaken Paul's lip for a place to rest her claws. I understand he's trying to promote the resulting scar as something 'hard' and 'macho' - but people draw their own conclusions upon hearing the blemish resulted from the actions of a cat called Lily...................................