So today we visited several estates, where they produce South African Wine. Wally and Absy, Bert and Sofie, Branston and Zoe, my beautiful wife Picklelicious and myself all went together with the Yorkies. The Yorkies were darting about, so our guide didn’t manage to fit them in our photo. Neither does it include that darned Dassie. It will not be breathing by the time we leave South Africa – I can’t stand that fat rat.

At the last place the wine was called “Allesverloren”. We were shown around on the estate, and then we got to the really interesting place, where they stored the wine in big oak casks.

We all did some serious testing of the wine Somebody – not naming any names (Zoe and Berty especially) – though forgot to spit out. We were all slightly inebriated, eventhough when you try lots of wine, you’re supposed to spit it out. I don’t know why, and quite frankly it seems such a waste. Well two dogs in our group, again these dogs shall remain nameles (so don’t you worry Berty and Zoe), did not spit out as much as they’ve should have done. They just guzzled it. Before long one dog was singing, or howled at the moon more like it. The other dog was giggling hysterically and blowing raspberries nonstop. Branston was very embarassed, but he couldn’t get the bottle away from XXX. I felt great, as it wasn’t me in the spotlight this time. Absy joined in at the end too. I just think she was trying to save her brothers face…. She failed miserably A few dogs that I’ve been hanging out with while down here maybe should be given the address of the rehab I had to visit at some point in my illustrious career.

Tomorrow it’s safari time. I so want to see one of those big cats, I’ve heard so much about… I shall show that cat, who is boss. Why aren’t there any giant dogs like that, I wonder..

Anyway, boys and girls – See ya

Mikkel