Cala Galdana.

Took the pooches for a run on the beach at Cala Galdana as it was a bright, sunny day in the low 20s. Buster totally owned this footbridge, and then tried to chase off a couple of families having a picnic on the sand - they just laughed of course, and the ducks under the road bridge (extra) totally ignored him. To cheer him up we went to the garden centre on the way home; he likes to pee on the Christmas trees, even the indoor artficial ones (we'll be thrown out one day). The "cat salon" I blipped previously was still there, and was occupied by a pretty little 6-month-old female. I took Buster to see her through the glass partition and the pussy immediately started hissing, arching its back and clawing the glass near his face. Buster totaly lost his macho image by crawling away backwards while yipping furiously a good octave higher than his usual bark. On the bright side, at least the macaw was in its cage - it usually tries to peck him. Not the best of days for the young chap.