Piles of Too

Position: 36° 9′ 40”N 5° 20′ 53”W

Hi Guys! Marlon here. Or should I say, Hola chicos – Marlon aqui! Things are going pretty well here in Spain. I’ve got to say, there are lots of dogs here and they all speak dog. It’s awesome. So far I’ve been to over 16 countries. That’s cool. But what’s really cool is I’ve spoken with dogs in every country I’ve been in and they’ve all spoken dog back to me. I’ll bark – they’ll bark, they’ll woof – I’ll yap. It’s all good.

In Spain I’ve noticed there’s lots of dogs on balconies and behind screen doors. I can hear them and they can hear me coming. Sometimes it’s all chill and relaxed. I’ll bark out a friendly, ‘Yo, what’s up dude?’ They’ll give me a bark and say, ‘Not much homie’. Then sometimes the dogs are just bored and fed up and start cutting me a raft of something unpleasant. So, I do my best to wind them up. I’ll match their energy and then take it up a notch. Just for the heck of it. Usually, they tell me to go away in rude terms. I walk by with my best ‘if they go low, I go high’ look on my face.

I’ve noticed here that they must not get much rain in Spain. Or maybe it’s on the plains. The reason I bark that is that every sidewalk and street is tiled. Tiles are nice on a wall, but under paw they’re really slippery. I’ve skidderooed around in the wet and it’s no fun at all. I guess that the peoples running the towns don’t like their peoples walking around much in the rain. It’s kinda of scary watching my peoples gingerly tiptoeing around trying not to slip. I keep thinking they’re going fall on their keisters and break something. So far I’ve been lucky, but I don’t miss the rain.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that peoples here aren’t always happy to see me. Or any other dog for that matter. I’ve heard that some folks here think dogs are dirty. Maybe it’s because their peoples aren’t very good about picking up poo. After all, that’s half of what peoples are for – picking up poo, right? The other half is feeding and walking and cuddling with us pups. Not sure what the issue is, but it’s a little out of whack. It’s a bit like an old joke I know: Why is walking around on tiles in the rain a like being interrogated by the KGB? Because, one slip and you’re in the sh**!

That’s it. Gotta go! I’m late for my mani-pawdi and a brushing! Love you guys! Bark soon! Chow!