Excuses, Excuses....

Bad dog, naughty dog, on your bed. Yes, here I stand with my tail between my legs, knowing I have been very naughty indeed. I have commited a terrible sin and I have neglected my darling sweet little blog. That's the thing with blogs though, you can beat them, ignore them, scream at them and they will always be loyal to their master.

So why all of a sudden have I returned to my neglected audience? Actually to be honest the Boss asked me to do her a favour. Sorry to disappoint. You do realise that I'm not a baby anymore though, don't you? I had my first birthday back in June, I'm almost a grown up now. I really should be working right now, but I promised the Boss to help her out, so here I am you lucky things!

What could the Boss possibly want from Hostel Dog's Blog? I hear you cry! Actually it's quite simple and quite boring really and now I don't even know if I feel to help her after all. I know, I know, I'm here now, I might as well, but now I feel so guilty for drawing you all in here under false pretences as if I had some really amazing news for you; when in fact I've got somebody else's amazing news for you. And what do you care for the Boss? It's ME you are here to read about, why doesn't she write her own blog? I know, I thought the same thing, but to be honest she's not as good with computers as me and I think she'd probably make a bad job of it anyway. Plus she does do nice things for me sometimes, belly rubs and the like, so I suppose I should give something back to her once in a while.

And I guess it's nice for you to hear something from me, I know you must have missed me like crazy but I'm still her, all is going well, and I promise to post some new adventures soon.

Oh, before I forget what the Boss wanted me to do....She's set up some new business or other, which means that we're moving out of the B&B Maison at the end of this month and in fact we're moving out of Florence! We're off to the countryside, where she's opening a new horse riding place, you know the Boss and horses, she never shuts up about them, so finally she's got her dream and got her own stables. Great for her I thought, but also it's great for me; lots more time outside and I don't even have to be on the lead! I told you I'm all grown up now. So this new place it's called La Fiaba, it's in a small village called Iano (not too far from Florence so hopefully I can still see some of my friends after we move), and you can check out her website either by clicking on the link to the left (under 'More from Hostel Dog') or by clicking on the words 'La Fiaba' right there. Enjoy, or don't, I guess it depends if you like horses really.

Well as some might say 'that's all folks'; until next time when I will tell you all about the new addition to out family (I was NOT impressed at first, but actually she's kind of cute in an ugly sort of way. I'll tell you next time anyway), how the big move goes, what I've been up to over the summer (actually I'll tell you now; sunbathing, sleeping, and scratching - bloody fleas!), and, er, anything else interesting that happens. Also, I don't know if I'll have to think of a new name now. Farm Dog? Sounds terribly common and a bit uncouth to be perfectly honest. Perhaps I'll be famous enough soon to just be known as 'Dog', now that would be impressive. Suggestions welcome anyhow....TTFN!