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case of the missing dog

This is definitely my last post from an irish computer for in or around 2 years!! The last couple of weeks before this trip have been epic to say the least. Over the course of the last 2 weeks I have bade farewell to some people I have grown very fond off and some I have grown close to. But life moves on and sometimes you have to be the person that puts the shoulder to the wheel. 2 weeks ago last friday I left AOL after 3 and half years. We had a great nights craic starting off with a couple of sly pints in brogans bar on dame street to a lovely feed in Cafe Topolis on Parliament street. On up after the feed to the mercantile where the safetly latch came off and people got down to the proper business of drinking, dancing and generally talking complete garbage. I didn’t get to see my bed till 1.30 saturday afternoon which should sum the night up nicely indeed.

On saturday I had to bid farewell to my pet cat, horse! Thats a cat called horse, not a horse called cat. You can imagine the confusion when we brought the little livewire into the vet the first time to get neutered!! Barry called over to collect her but not a sign of the little rascal. She must have known what was ahead of her. Managed to get her eventually – off down to her new family and home with the world class mcandrew family.
Saturday evening quickly turned into saturday night and a rendez vous with my sister and my cousin was on the cards. I met up with the fuzz and aido in terenure where we manfully made it through a few pints of guinness somehow. Daves wetsuit in a golfcourse story was told much to the glee to the audience, pity poor dave wasn’t there to defend himself. The girls made their way into rathmines so myself and the 2 boys made our way down the rathgar road. Along the way I need to get some cash from the hole in the wall.
Told the lads to head on down the road and I’ll follow them, and for them to have a pint on for me. Of course nothing is ever that simple, got the cash no bother then headed on the mile and a half walk down the road. Now it was proper cold and things started to retract so decided to take a little detour and relieve myself in amongst some trees (when nature calls, it shouts pretty loudly!!) anyways in the midst of well, you can guess I hear this all merciful shout from behind me ‘GEERRRROUUUUTTAAAATHHAAAT’, now its probably no exageration that my heart took a little trip from my chest and about 2ft out of my mouth. Sure enough it was the other two fools – thought it’d be some laugh to jump up on me from behind a car, feckers couldn’t believe their luck when I took the little detour!!
Down to rathmines and into roddys then coppers we had a good ol laugh, funny storys were told and a kebab wolfed in record time. Sunday was dvd and eddie rockets in fuzzys…

The following week was all about organising, get visas, get banking sorted etc etc etc Very boring stuff. Made it down to cavan for a couple of days, much needed R and R. I love being home though with the sheer size and frequency of the meals my darling mother sticks in front of me you can almost see yourself expanding nutty professor style. Had a good chance to chat about the trip with my parents and put their minds at ease about where I will be and what I’ll be at. Saturday rolled around pretty quickly and an early start on the road over to galway, the first leg on a trip to aran. Myself and fuzz headed over. Settled into the front seats of Joe macs and caught up with my friends and relatives out there. Margret came up with two of the nicest toasted sandwiches you could imagine, toasties and pints are a match made in heaven, No Doubt!!!
We stayed in the hostel next door, the guy running the place was as sound as they come – guy from italy he just fell in love with the place back in june and stayed on. What a great freedom to have. The next day we bought some wooly gloves, 2 hats, 2 large rolls and 6 bars of jacobs club milk. That previous night we argued the merits of club milk versus the snack sandwich – we came to the overwhelming conclusion that the snack sandwich wins hands down. Should really get some letters after our name for completing such research, prob be something like F.A.T.
anyways on up to dun eochaill and past it we walked right up the north coast of the island where the land stops at a cliff face approx 200 feet high. This is probably my favourite place on earth, from one end of the field you’d have no idea what lies at the other end. From here we turned west and on up to the worm hole. From the worm hole the coast rises sharply to the islands highest point Dun Aengus which is a fantastic sight. Back to the pub for more pints and a drunken slumber. The boat we were meant to get took off at 8 but after I set the alarm for 7, fuzz turned it off (I only found this out saturday, sly boyo!!), so needless to say we missed our early boat which allowed us to take another trip up to the cliffs. It was much windier which makes it harder to walk but the sea was such an awesome sight, constantly battering the cliffs. We managed to get the 5 o’clock ferry back to galway and 2 sleepy buses back to dublin, pints before the ferry and the second bus didn’t help matters at all really.
So another weeks worth of organising etc etc led up to friday night in anseo and the village. Most of my dublin mates were in, my sis came up from limerick especially, brother in from lucan, cousin in from castleknock. The groups mixed in well with old work, college, family and football team mates there it made for a great night and a shocking head on me saturday morning. Bloody excellent, epic weekend it has to be said!!
Saturday I moved out of my old house in Nam, erm rathfar-nham!! Threw it must have been a thousand socks out – the bin man is in for a curious load this week. Once all the stuff was packed up we headed down to cavan to have my local going away. After a nice feed in crover we knocked on up to buddies where nearly all of my local mates made it in to see me off. Things didn’t finish up till 7 in the morning in a friends house – myself mac and fuzz kipped over there for the night. The following morning the woman of the house woke up to find her dog missing, she must have thought the thing had scarpered off the previous night such was the racousness off the previous evenings revellery. Out the door she goes to look for it only to see a strange man walk it up the laneway with a piece of bailing twine around its neck, sure enough it was fuzzy foley out taking the dog for a walk classic!!!

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One response to “case of the missing dog”

  1. Claire says:

    HeynrI remember you saying ages ago on the forum you were heading off in 2008 (only remember cause you seem to be the only other Irish regularly on it). Best of luck, I’ll definitely be following the blog.nrClaire

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