Saint Valentine

Mr Ouzo the Greek and his sidekick Mr R. Moussaka are delighted to announce their one year bromance anniversary.

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On the 10th February 2018 my lil bro moved in. A whole year with my scrummy little bestie. Boy do I love him big time. And the best thing is he loves me too. This bromance is alive and kicking folks.

On the 10th February 2019 ‘MASSIVE MOOSE DAY’ had been written in bold on the calendar, for this was to be a huge day of triple celebrations for the young Mr Moussaka. His one year ‘Gotcha day’; his official ‘I am now 2’ birthday (we don’t actually know his real D.O.B so we blagged it a bit like the Queen); and most importantly our very own ‘One year bromance anniversary’.

Excited? You bet. We could barely wait for the day to arrive.

And so the 10th February 2019 finally arrived and we started the day in a proper manly fashion, as in … we forgot. It’s a boy thing. It happens.

The day started as usual with me, The Moose, the beast from the dark side, Papa and bedhead Mama, traipsing out the door for our early morning sniff walk. The cat accompanies us only as far as the end of the drive and then she climbs in a hedge and awaits our return.

We jog on and see what’s been occurring down the alleyway, I mark my territory in a precarious two legged fashion whilst Mama wrestles last night’s kebab litter out of Mr Moose’s mouth. Once we have finished loitering around trees, bins, verges and hedgerows we head for home but only after a stand off at the pet shop. Me and The Moose both stand and look through the window, as we do every morning, and Papa says, as he does every morning, ‘not today’. Mama, however, said ‘it will soon be Mr Moussaka’s birthday and on that day we will visit the pet shop’. And then Mama remembered. And then Mama made a silent vow to remain silent.

So homeward bound it was where the neighbours make a point of getting up early to peek out their curtains to watch a no eared cat clambering out the undergrowth to greet a three legged Greek dog, plus one, who then casually trot down the driveway together in a harmonious loved up menagerie fashion. Hmmmm.

Once indoors Mama looked at the calendar and then looked at Papa. To be fair it had been a bit of a traumatic week and Mama was off to work so no mentions were made.

Monday 11th February 2019. Mama and Papa announced it was a very special day, Mr Moussaka’s birthday, he was now two years old and one day, plus it was his one year and one day ‘Gotcha day’ anniversary as well as our very own one year and one day ‘bromance’ anniversary. A very special day indeed. Breakfast followed by adventures were to be had. Once us four and three legged family members had been fed and Mama finally finished faffing about in her attempts to achieve a more acceptable appearance we all trotted out again, this time to a café!

I watched the parents stuff their faces whilst The Moose watched an abandoned croissant laying on the floor. A chap came in and kicked the croissant in The Moose’s direction saying ‘that won’t be there for long’, whilst doing a cheesy grin. Mama kicked it back saying ‘it would be there for eternity’ whilst doing a not so cheesy grimace. Mr Moussaka took a deep sigh. Apparently he has a post Christmas waistline to consider. And then we went outside and had our very own doggy bag of bacon. Hallelujah. Crusty continental croissant forgotten, oh, and the waistline.

Next stop the PET SHOP. Best place ever in the entire world. We went and stood outside the door, like we do every morning, and then we went in! We both got a little bit excited and ran over to the good lady folk behind the counter and sat down and wagged our tails. Yup got a treat.

As it was Mr Moussaka’s two year and one day birthday he got to choose a present. He chose an octopus and because I am his bestie he also chose a present for me, a teddy bear. I accidentally removed a limb.

Happy birthdayish Mr Moussaka.

But a triple celebration this was so after a little dog nap we ventured out once more on adventure number three. A bunny rabbit hunt at Highdown Hill.

It was a bit of a trek so I sat down a lot whilst The Moose did a lot of bacon burning, post Christmas tummy and all that malarkey. Thanks to Mama’s earlier timely back pass, with the second hand croissant, there was no need to burn off any extra continental carbs which meant there was much room for a meaty tea, followed later with a supper of mahoosive tripe sticks. At the end of a rather marvellous one year plus one day triple anniversary Mr Moussaka was a tad worn out so retired to his bed with his octopus.

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And all was good in da hood.

366 days.

On a random rock spinning through space two chaps just happened to find each other and fall in love.

Happy St Valentine’s Day dudes.

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 From a couple of loved up, and not too shabby, second hand mutts x

    10570428_1495172777366921_3566254134521004392_n Editor’s comment: Roses are grey, violets are too, bromance nonsense, I dislike you two.

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Author: ouzothegreek

I am a three legged Greek street dog called Ouzo. I got run over when I was very young and injured my leg, some people caught me and took me to the vets where my leg was amputated. Once I had healed I was returned to a life on the streets where I visited feeding stations set up by the charity Greek Animal Rescue. These kind people together with another charity, Holly Farm Canine Centre, raised funds to have me brought over to England. And this is where my story begins.

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