Hi to anyone who once knew me, anyone who knows me and everyone who doesn’t. I thought it was about time I let you all know how I am doing now, just in case you were wondering.
After moving out of my old place of residence due to circumstances which were totally unforeseen by me and for reasons of why? well, you can search me, I don't have a chew .... ( Sorry I meant to say CLUE, But my mind was on a new toy bone I've been playing with earlier and have misplaced somewhere ). I don't have a clue why I had to leave my home, my family, my friends, my fellow country-dogs and my beloved country of Wales.
( Gwlad Fy Nhadau ) Land of my sires.
I thought I was just going on holiday to England. I was taken to a place, where the people were very kind, offering me food and accommodation and more food, with a friendly atmosphere and good entertainment. ( sort of a safe-HAVEN holiday park for dogs).
So there I was, thinking that this fine establishment was a Pantings Holiday Camp or a Mutlins. Well they certainly had me fooled that it was, with all that loving care and attention I received. But I'm a little older and wiser now and since seeing pictures on their website and reading tales and the tails of a lot of the other dogs they have helped to re-home, I now understand that this truly great place was actually in fact, The Labrador Rescue Centre in Eccleston near Clorley.
I'd lick to say thanks to everybody there ( I mean LIKE to say thanks) and send you a bunch of my loving licks for helping me to find a forever home, and for looking after me in my hour of need.
I was collected from the nice people at the lovely place in Eccleston by two people, a man and a woman and helped into a car. Oh wow, a mystery excursion, what a great vacation this has turned out to be. I wonder where we're going, Dogaloo (dolgellau), I mused, as we pulled into a service station on the motorway. After a stretch of the legs with walk round the services it was onwards travel to our destination, a house where the two people live. Oh my! A guest house I thought, as I was welcomed in and shown around the place. Then I went out for a walk with the man to explore a nearby park and I played with a lot of friendly dogs from around the neighborhood.
In the park
We returned to the house just in time, the woman had prepared a meal for me in a large bowl and she placed it on the floor next to another large bowl containing water, which I consumed eagerly before going outside in the garden to sign the guest book and leave her a tip, if you know what I mean.
In the garden
In the midnight garden
That evenings entertainment was a sort of variety act after they presented me with a basket full of dog toys which was tipped out on the floor in front of me and they both took turns in selecting different toys to compete for my attention. I heard the man say he was going to phone the vets in the morning to arrange for me to have a booster injection. That night after coming back from a walk, I sat in my bed and would not lie down, "Be a good boy and lie down, it's bed time now" they said repeatedly. But I wasn't going to lie down, I don't need a booster injection, I'm full of energy and I DON'T NEED BOOSTING, you'll see, I thought, as they finally give up and said "Well goodnight then, we're going to bed now," closing the door behind them. I sat in the darkness and listened for any sound of movement and so did they, but all was peaceful and the morning soon arrived with the man opening the door and saying "You look like you've been sat there all night Brodie."
The Prince of Darkness
The next few nights and mornings were the same, sitting up when they left the room, being sat up when they re-entered. In fact for days they didn't see me sleeping at all, I watched them constantly, but I still received a booster despite my display of endless vigour. At the vets I had a check up, and was given the OK. There was certainly nothing wrong with my hearing, as I heard them discussing something about my Crown Jewels.
At the vets
My days were spent playing in the house, the garden and in the park meeting new friends, I'm a friendly dog and shall continue to make new friends everyday. I went walking in the countryside where I went for a paddle and a pee in some water.
Piddle, paddle.
I was getting used to this way of life, food aplenty and a nice warm bed, entertainment, good exercise and lessons too.
I've learnt a lot of new tricks in my lessons, like to stay, to lie down, to roll over, to play dead, to fetch, to carry the newspaper, to read it and to type on this keyboard.
60 woffs per minute
Learning is easy, it helps you to think clearly and can be rewarding, as, eureka! I have now come to understand my position in life. I am Royalty, Crown Jewels! that means I must be. This explains why everyone is kind to me and why I've come to live in what is now my forever home. With my new servants, the man ( my chauffeur and valet ) and the woman ( my maid ), who both love and adore me. These new servants of mine are well trained but are slightly confused, as they seem to think they are my mum and dad. ( So I try to play along with their delusions to keep them feeling content. You know how it is! ).
Well, I came to live in my new forever home around 3 months ago now. When what I thought was a vacation turned out to be a stay-cation. I've settled in nicely with my people and now that they've learnt their routines, we get along very well. Because I am a royal, I probably should have been re-named Prince. But to say thank you to my old family for teaching me to be so well mannered, thank you for the love they gave me and also thank you for giving me a good start in life, I will always keep the name they gave me. The one by which I've always been known, by all the friends I've made along the way. ( Now where did I leave that toy bone? ).
BRODIE. a.k.a. The Prince of Wales. ( I think ).
I'm so glad that your servants meet with your requirements. 
