Well the next morning when we woke up things seemed a bit better. The mould smell was noticeable but not as choking as the night before. The cocoa butter, wide open windows and baking heat were working!
On closer inspection the fully self catering kitchen really only catered for soup and baked beans to be cooked... on the cooker hobs.
Then there was the big problem with toast for breakfast... there was no toaster, no grill pan or even a frying pan!
However, we resolved this problem quite easily putting a dinner plate with said bread on top of a saucepan and sliding it precariously, under the grill plates!
The only down side to this was you could only make one piece of toast at a time. So breakfast was really long…
The next problem was the water, which came out of the taps a rather curious shade of yellow, even boiling it for tea tasted really weird!
So we went to the “holiday village” shop in search of fresh water and air…
at the shop there was a surprising number of deodorises so we choose a couple and then bought as many of the ultra expensive tiny bottles of water as we could.
Then we charged back to the Dog Unit. The smell that hit us was even worse than the mould smell last night…
Fizz had an upset tummy.
On the living room carpet.
(I fleeting thought of what other dogs had done on that carpet, crossed my mind and I made a mental note to keep my shoes on at all times.)
It was not a pretty sight... like a dark orange milkshake and poor Fizz was crawling around on his belly in shame.
I felt terrible, Fizz had been poisoned!
I had filled his bowl with water from the tap!
I had thought he would be safe as he drinks from bird baths, puddle water, any sort of farm water running down the lanes but obviously this was a whole different ball game. His dog food, really expensive, organic, hyper allergenic chicken and rice, remained untouched, he must have been in a bad way to leave that alone.
Poor Fizz.
Well I immediately threw away the contaminated water and filled his bowl up with a couple of bottles of the ultra expensive non yellow water.
Then I started trying to find the nearest vets.
It was then that the pot of cocoa butter was found.
We had left it out to mask some of the mould odours and now it was almost empty with deep tongue shaped gouge marks in it.
Fizz had eaten the cocoa butter.
And now he had tummy ache.
And we were left to spend 6 more days in the Dog Unit, which not only stank of mould but dog diarrhea.
This holiday could only get better…
