Out of Bodrum

I knew something was in the air. Last week I was given a sharp short back and sides (and unders) and a stranger in an office took my photograph and yesterday I was thoroughly soaped with Johnsons Baby Shampoo, towelled dry rather than being allowed run around and roll in dust as I usually do to dry off, and brushed until half my coat was in a plastic bin bag.  This usually means that I am going on a 'holiday' ie left behind while the boss goes away, but this morning our rather early morning walk was accompanied by a large bag on wheels and ended up in front of the castle.  Half an hour later, the floor under me started to rumble and shake and Bodrum was left behind. 

It wasn't a pleasant sensation but I got used to it and a nice family from Cyprus made lots of fuss of me.  The only other dog onboard was a very cool Weinmaranar who doggedly looked the other way so I made sure he heard me.  He didn't reciprocate -I still  don't know what a German accented bark sounds like.  So now I am in Greece, well not quite - there is a very long queue to get to show my passport and reams of paperwork that the boss had to pay extra for as the Bayram bank holiday was extended forward by 3 days. 

No one has been allowed off our ferry yet.  I hope we are not here too long, after all this excitement, I need to find a lamppost