Radio Shows and Dirty Dogs

As some may know we had our radio debuts over here on our Greek island. We were invited to be guest on a two hour web radio show hosted by two guys living on the island. One of the guys started the radio station as part of a life dream. After joining the Coast Guard and being stationed on our small island one our hosts hatched the plan. He had heard about an American who had stated a web radio in the middle of a South American jungle. He thought well why not start one here and he did. It is only web radio now but they have big plans. Our hosts were all musicians and the show mostly revolved around music. Between songs we answered questions talking about our trip, how we knew each other, our hopes and dreams, you know interview things. We laughed and talked about music and how our answers had been translated while off air. It was fun, unfortunately if you didn't tune in live you might never hear it. We were even given station shirts, which were a nice addition to our lacking wardrobes. Em, Gen and Georgia, all needed t-shirts.

While drivig back up the hill with one of our hosts we saw a passing dog. This dog was familiar to us and we called out to it by the name we had given it, Dready dog. Our hosts chuckled "you know this dog?" yay of course we all responded. "this dog is the dirtiest dog on the island.". We all laughed. This brings me to my next story, dirty dogs, I will introduce the animals we have seemed to collect.

Dready Dog or Mr. Dreads: He (I am not actually sure) is a black dog with curly long black hair that has dreaded completely on the back half caked with dirt turning the black fur brown. Dready is a cheerful dog that comes by every so often and sits outside our door soaking up the sun.

Skid: a.k.a. Skidlit skidykins. She, even though we often still call her he is our permeant dog fixture. Skid is a medium brown dog with short tan fur, skinny face. With our recent in take of Harry Potter we equate her to Winky the house elf. Skid is very skittish and that is where her name comes. She often lounges on our front stoop biting at her fleas. When we find our selves extremely bored we watch as the fleas jump away from the gnawing teeth. Skid will often follow us up and down on our walks to town.

Carl Marx: the white cat. Carl's name come because together Skid and Carl become Skid Marx. Hehe. Anyway Carl rarely leaves us alone. He or she is a purely white cat, but the built up grime and visible fleas make it look like black tipped ears and random black marks. White cats on this island are deaf. Carl makes up for this my meowing, and meowing all the time. Carl is so loud s/he can wake a sleeping person or simply scare the living day lights out of someone if they happen to be around the house alone. Marx does not give up.

There is also the pair of dogs, one which looks like an old squat Irish setter and the other a small black fluffy puppy. The pair perches at the top of a set of stairs we pass on our walk down town. They always bark, yap yap, rwaw rawr. When the off chance they don't bark we feel like we fit in.

There is also Louie the cafe cat. He lounges about on the bar stools at the cafe we frequent to use Internet, drink coffee and listen to good music.

Gen and Em at the radio show