Does a Dachs ever learn from his mistakes, I hear you ask… It seems the answer to that question is NO! We’ve been sightseeing round Camps Bay all day, so come this afternoon when the bitches wanted to go shopping, Wally, Berty and I decided to hang out at our hotel suite for a couple of lagers. It was hot, and we wanted to relax and chill out a bit. So out came the Castle Lagers. Guess who was there too – drinking our beer too! The nasty little vermin fella – the Dassie. I told Wally, who seems to have grown quite fond of the little blighter, that I definitely couldn’t be trusted near this guy – especially with the lager replacing the blood in my veins.

Berty made sure I forgot about the Dassie. He’d been given something called the Wacky Backy. I have no idea, what it is, but having seen what it does to a dog, I certainly won’t be having any. First he started giggling like a little girl. Quite embarassing really for such an otherwise butch dog. Then he ate peanuts in a total frenzy. Then crisps – dipping them in yoghurt and telling Wally and me, “It’s a taste sensation. You must try this”. We politely refused his culinary experiments.

After gorging himself he started singing. If you can call it that. Stuff like “I’m a dog, and I’m proud”. As Wally said, “that is just stating the obvious”, to which I could only agree. Anyway Bert was in a world of his own, and by the looks of it a very good place to be. Wally and I just sat back on the couch and watched the floor show downing the Castle lagers. You wouldn’t believe, what we witnessed, but as I am a good mate, I won’t spill the beans…. In the end I felt as wacky as Berty, so I think I must have started dancing too. I vaguely remember seeing another dog in a pink tutu, but I couldn’t be sure.

I can tell you one thing though – the bitches weren’t impressed with us coming back from their shopping spree. They were all barking mad.

So I’ll probably be in the dog house tonight. Silly me… I mean well, but somehow things just go wrong…

Well, see ya

Mikkel