16/07/2025
🌞 Jax’s Jolly Holiday
A Maltese Memoir of Mayhem and Magic 🐾
🐶 Jax was a dog with a nose for fun,
A fluffball of mischief, a blur on the run.
White as a cloud and twice as bouncy,
With zoomies so wild, they should’ve been bounty!
(He’s also called Jacky, depending who’s near—
When he’s chasing his tail or chewing your ear.)
🧳 This summer he hit the jackpot, no doubt,
With a trip to Uncle Robert’s—he practically SHOUTED out:
“Pack me some biscuits, a bone, and my hat—
Adventure is calling—I’m up for all that!”
🧁 Uncle Robert’s no regular guy,
Part fairy god-uncle, part treat-supply.
He plans pup holidays down to the tee—
With luxury, laughter, and zero wee-wee.
👑 At his side was Diva, all glam and grace,
With a bow in her fur and a top-model face.
She welcomed young Jax with royal decree:
“Please wipe your paws. And don’t chase me.”
🔥 The weather? A scorcher—like toast in a pan!
But Robert had hatched the perfect game plan:
He woke them at dawn (which felt slightly rude),
But bribed them with sausages—so it was a good mood.
🏖️ 6AM BEACH TRIP! The sand, oh so wide!
No humans in sight—just the sea and the tide.
They raced like two loons, tails flying with glee,
Jax barked, “I’m the SEA KING!” then fell in the sea.
🌊 They dug sandy craters and splashed till they flopped,
Then Diva declared, “Let’s nap now.” (And Jax just plopped.)
It was epic, fantastic, a dream that came true—
With salty wet fur and a seagull or two.
🌳 Next day was still sizzly—like toast with a tan,
So Robert exclaimed, “Loch Lomond’s the plan!”
To the country park! With cool shady trees,
And fairy house trails that danced in the breeze.
🧚♂️ Jax sniffed every gnome house with wide-eyed delight,
And swore he saw pixies (or midges mid-flight?).
Diva just glided like royalty born,
While Jax got his head stuck inside a tree horn.
💅 At home they were pampered with stylish flair—
Fans blowing gently through fabulous hair.
Cool mats to sprawl on, and TREATS? Oh my word,
Jax nearly burst from the snackage he slurred.
💤 But best of all—yes, this part gets deep—
Were belly rubs given when Jax couldn’t sleep.
Or walk. Or sit. Or blink. Or exist.
He’d just roll on his back like, “You get the gist.”
🏡 “I live here now,” he declared with a grin,
As Diva sighed softly and rolled her eyes in.
⏰ But alas! The clock ticks and tomorrow he’ll go,
Back to sweet Mummy who loves him, you know.
He can’t wait to see her, to bounce through the door—
But he’ll miss Uncle Robert and Diva galore.
💛 They’ve made a bond, the strongest of crew,
With sunshine, silliness, and a seashell or two.
🎉 So here’s to Jax, that doggy delight—
Who had the best holiday, morning and night.
🌈 “I’ll be back!” he barked, with a tail-wagging swoon.
“Same time, same place… and please let it be soon!”
