It’s a dog’s life

 Last month we had a new four legged guest in the house. We were taking care of a dog for a few weeks whilst the owner was away from Gibraltar. His name is Franz and he is a Jack Russell. Now I am not a big dog person - I never had one before due to my asthma when I was growing up so this was going to be an interesting turn of events. 

At first it was more fun for the dog as it was a new place, new house noises and of course a new play friend (Buttons the pet bunny). The first few nights he would bark at all sorts of sounds at any hour of the night - this is also because we have a few cats living in our roof. But after a week the dog seemed to get used to the sounds of our flat. 

 

The dog walking is the fun bit as you get to see so many other people with dogs and also we have met many people along the way on our walks and everyone seems to have a story or tip on the area which we are walking through. On weekends Franz would get the really long walks as we had more time so we would take him up the Rock and on one occasion we took to the mountains in Spain.

Franz is absolutely mad about sticks, we went for a hike near Ronda in Spain and he spent most of the day chasing sticks. What happened towards the end was that he wanted my walking stick instead. At lunch he was busy happily eating as many pine cones as he could get his little paws on. This was quite funny to watch as Nadia wanted some for the house and the dog thought he also wanted them.

When his owner came back he was over the moon to see her walk through the door but as I am writing this, his owner is leaving Gibraltar on business and Franz is going to spend another week with us.