Feliz Navidad / Happy Christmas from Richard & Nikki ...
(image from Nikki's Wooftastic 2011 Calandar for K9)
and Snr El Baz (and his Spanish teacher) ...
Showing posts with label El Baz (our pooch). Show all posts
Showing posts with label El Baz (our pooch). Show all posts
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Tenerife Dogs..
I have just set up a wooftastic new website dedicated to helping Tenerife's hard working dog rescue shelters and is a mine of useful information about all things doggie on the island and world-wide.
Our pooch Basil - explains the idea:
"Not all dogs land on their paws like me, and some even find themselves roaming the streets - for them it's 'dog eat dog' ! ... so Nikki set up this website to support all the kind humans who help those poor abandoned pooches find a new home."
On the site you'll find all the latest news from Tenerife's rescue centres: Live Arico, Dingo Dogs and K9 ... as well as contributions from local vet and a dog trainer.
Monday, September 29, 2008
K9 Connections
Now as y'all know we are the long suffering owners (nb NOT 'parents') of one small (but thinks he's much bigger) terrorist terrier: Basil (aka 'Senor El Baz' / 'Rambo' etc). You can read the story of his arrival in Tenerife and the blog here
Obviously he's one pampered pooch and never going to be a homeless mutt, but sadly that's not the case for the scores of animals that are regularly abandoned here. So K9 - the British-run animal refuge in the south of Tenerife is a charity that is close to our hearts. Their website is http://www.k9tenerife.com/
They're doing a fantastic job, but have a tough time surviving without much government support and rely on the generosity of individuals. So here are a couple of ways that you help them by purchasing one of these essential publications ...
K9 Calendar
Nikki has been hard at work taking photographs of some of Tenerife's best known entertainers and their pets for the 2009 K9 Calendar. The calendar should be available from the end of October at a price of 5 euros - however numbers will be limited and so if you want to pre order to make sure of receiving your copy, please get in touch with K9 now (e-mail stephen@k9tenerife.com) to find out how.
Tenerife Lifeline Book
And here's another chance to help K9. The author of a new book "Tenerife Lifeline" is donating 4,50 euroes for every copy that is ordered and paid for through K9 Tenerife.
The book is essential reading for anyone moving to, working in or living in Tenerife. With over 200 pages and 18 chapters, it's packed full of information about every aspect of Living in Tenerife, covering everything from health and money to property and working in Tenerife.
Check out their website: http://www.tenerifelifeline.com/
K9 are taking pre-orders now. So please register your order by e-mail to tenerifelifeline@k9tenerife.com and help K9 to look after some more of Tenerife's neglected and maltreated animals.
Obviously he's one pampered pooch and never going to be a homeless mutt, but sadly that's not the case for the scores of animals that are regularly abandoned here. So K9 - the British-run animal refuge in the south of Tenerife is a charity that is close to our hearts. Their website is http://www.k9tenerife.com/
They're doing a fantastic job, but have a tough time surviving without much government support and rely on the generosity of individuals. So here are a couple of ways that you help them by purchasing one of these essential publications ...
K9 Calendar
Nikki has been hard at work taking photographs of some of Tenerife's best known entertainers and their pets for the 2009 K9 Calendar. The calendar should be available from the end of October at a price of 5 euros - however numbers will be limited and so if you want to pre order to make sure of receiving your copy, please get in touch with K9 now (e-mail stephen@k9tenerife.com) to find out how.
Tenerife Lifeline Book
And here's another chance to help K9. The author of a new book "Tenerife Lifeline" is donating 4,50 euroes for every copy that is ordered and paid for through K9 Tenerife.
The book is essential reading for anyone moving to, working in or living in Tenerife. With over 200 pages and 18 chapters, it's packed full of information about every aspect of Living in Tenerife, covering everything from health and money to property and working in Tenerife.
Check out their website: http://www.tenerifelifeline.com/
K9 are taking pre-orders now. So please register your order by e-mail to tenerifelifeline@k9tenerife.com and help K9 to look after some more of Tenerife's neglected and maltreated animals.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Basil finds a new Spanish Teacher ... !
Snr El Baz (Basil, aka 'Rambo", our small (but thinks he's much bigger) terrorist terrier) has found a new Spanish teacher. This was his old one:
and this is his latest one:
As you can see, the new teacher is much stricter, and dare I say even a bit scary with that impressively haughty looking beak. Anyway the problem with the gnome was that he was just a bit too laid back ... everything was a bit too 'manana' and I even suspected that he used to turn up for the lessons a bit worse for wear from the old cevezas and vino.
Having said that, you can see from the pic that Basil definitely bonded more with his old teacher, whereas the new one really has him under his beak (he doesn't have a thumb ...).
If you go back in time to my September 2007 post titled ""I Woof Therefore I am ..." (or just click here), you can read the full Basil story.
and this is his latest one:
As you can see, the new teacher is much stricter, and dare I say even a bit scary with that impressively haughty looking beak. Anyway the problem with the gnome was that he was just a bit too laid back ... everything was a bit too 'manana' and I even suspected that he used to turn up for the lessons a bit worse for wear from the old cevezas and vino.
Having said that, you can see from the pic that Basil definitely bonded more with his old teacher, whereas the new one really has him under his beak (he doesn't have a thumb ...).
If you go back in time to my September 2007 post titled ""I Woof Therefore I am ..." (or just click here), you can read the full Basil story.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
"I Woof Therefore I am ..."
This is Basil's story - the musings of our small (but thinks he's much bigger) terrorist terrier ...
"Well here I am in my weird and wonderful new home ..."
The Woofer on his new balcony - on the look out for a woofing opportunity as ever.
"It's a funny old world if you're a dog. One minute you're freezing your bollox off walking round a muddy field in the rain, and doing the odd spot of kareoke on the park bench ..."
"Then this geezer puts you in this little wooden cage, drives you off to an extremely noisy smelly place (apparently called Cat Wick), and you have to endure hours and hours stuck in this crate while your stomach does all kinds of weird shit (but of course you can't actually shit, 'cos this might be my new home) .... then this other funny smelling geezer arrives and carries the cage around a bit more, and next thing is ... WOW, IS THAT MY MASTER AND MISTRESSES' VOICES ? - YES OH YES, THAT'S THEIR SMELL, YIPEEE WOOF WOOF WOOF"
At this point His Master's Voice intervenes to fill in some of the gruesome details of that day's events ... He was meant to have been collected from his dog sitter (Chris) that morning at 6am to catch a Monarch flight. Yes, slumming it on a charter flight, but still with his own passport and at great expense a private limo had been arranged to collect him.
Mr B's passport photo
At 7am we got a text from Chris to say no sign of the person collecting him !
We had everything organised through a specialist animal transportation company, and had even arranged to pay £140 to transport him the few miles from Brighton to Gatwick - and still they managed to screw it up !
Apparently they'd lost some of his paperwork and didn't realise he needed to be picked up.
Anyway, after a couple of hours of frantic phone calls between Tenerife and the UK, we finally got hold of them and luckily Chris was a hero and had taken The Baz to work with him. So finally another taxi was arranged and the driver turned up to collect him from Chris' work - but not until he had demanded the £140 - which, not surprisingly, Chris had left at home. Luckily, by now his work mates had fallen under the spell of Mr B's dubious charms and had a quick whip round (thanks guys).
And the long and short of it was that he eventually caught a later flight - this time with BA, where he was upgraded to sit beside the pilot ...
"NOT TRUE (says the Woofer) ... I already told you I spent the whole time cooped up in this bloody cage in the dark not able to have a shit ..."
Anyway he was supposed to be arriving at 8pm and we were told to go to the cargo terminal to collect him. After more frantic phone calls to find out if they would still be open (having previously been told by the pet transport company that they closed at 5:30pm) we had a very emotional re-union scene in the cargo bay - even the tough guys with tattoos working there were touched.
So after a sleepless night and a day that started with unbelievable stress at 6am - it all turned out OK in the end.
He made it - what a brave little dog ! and a great present for Nikki who's birthday was the following day.
The Baz in his new bedroom
and for the final thoughts - over to the woofer again ...
"yeah, it's not bad here really - well obviously it's still a dog's life, and I'm having a few problems with the language thing (although the lessons from the gnomes are helping) ....
Senor el Baz with his Spanish teacher
"Well here I am in my weird and wonderful new home ..."
The Woofer on his new balcony - on the look out for a woofing opportunity as ever."It's a funny old world if you're a dog. One minute you're freezing your bollox off walking round a muddy field in the rain, and doing the odd spot of kareoke on the park bench ..."
"Then this geezer puts you in this little wooden cage, drives you off to an extremely noisy smelly place (apparently called Cat Wick), and you have to endure hours and hours stuck in this crate while your stomach does all kinds of weird shit (but of course you can't actually shit, 'cos this might be my new home) .... then this other funny smelling geezer arrives and carries the cage around a bit more, and next thing is ... WOW, IS THAT MY MASTER AND MISTRESSES' VOICES ? - YES OH YES, THAT'S THEIR SMELL, YIPEEE WOOF WOOF WOOF"
At this point His Master's Voice intervenes to fill in some of the gruesome details of that day's events ... He was meant to have been collected from his dog sitter (Chris) that morning at 6am to catch a Monarch flight. Yes, slumming it on a charter flight, but still with his own passport and at great expense a private limo had been arranged to collect him.
Mr B's passport photoAt 7am we got a text from Chris to say no sign of the person collecting him !
We had everything organised through a specialist animal transportation company, and had even arranged to pay £140 to transport him the few miles from Brighton to Gatwick - and still they managed to screw it up !
Apparently they'd lost some of his paperwork and didn't realise he needed to be picked up.
Anyway, after a couple of hours of frantic phone calls between Tenerife and the UK, we finally got hold of them and luckily Chris was a hero and had taken The Baz to work with him. So finally another taxi was arranged and the driver turned up to collect him from Chris' work - but not until he had demanded the £140 - which, not surprisingly, Chris had left at home. Luckily, by now his work mates had fallen under the spell of Mr B's dubious charms and had a quick whip round (thanks guys).
And the long and short of it was that he eventually caught a later flight - this time with BA, where he was upgraded to sit beside the pilot ...
"NOT TRUE (says the Woofer) ... I already told you I spent the whole time cooped up in this bloody cage in the dark not able to have a shit ..."
Anyway he was supposed to be arriving at 8pm and we were told to go to the cargo terminal to collect him. After more frantic phone calls to find out if they would still be open (having previously been told by the pet transport company that they closed at 5:30pm) we had a very emotional re-union scene in the cargo bay - even the tough guys with tattoos working there were touched.
So after a sleepless night and a day that started with unbelievable stress at 6am - it all turned out OK in the end.
He made it - what a brave little dog ! and a great present for Nikki who's birthday was the following day.
The Baz in his new bedroomand for the final thoughts - over to the woofer again ...
"yeah, it's not bad here really - well obviously it's still a dog's life, and I'm having a few problems with the language thing (although the lessons from the gnomes are helping) ....
Senor el Baz with his Spanish teacherbut it's well smelly here, and I'm getting lots of good walks - well more like rock climbs really ... plenty of cats to chase, and I never did like the rain much - the mud yes, but there's loads of nice volcanic dust to roll around in.
And I get plenty of time to sit around in the sunshine and think up things for this blog - like 'I Woof therefore I am' - pretty clever that, don't you think ? I bet no-one's thought of that before ..."
And I get plenty of time to sit around in the sunshine and think up things for this blog - like 'I Woof therefore I am' - pretty clever that, don't you think ? I bet no-one's thought of that before ..."
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