BY ERROL (HEAD OF MARKETING)

🐾 DAY TWO OF THE MARATHON: After the high-stakes exploration of new territories yesterday in Barmouth, it was highly comforting to steer the corporate caravan back into completely familiar territory: Greenacres!

The deployment started under cool and cloudy skies. Most notably, the characteristic Greenacres onshore gale failed to make an appearance. While this was objectively a good thing for the logistics team, it completely deprived me of my favourite morning entertainment: sitting on my blanket and sniggering quietly while not-my-real-dad struggles, tangles himself in canvas, and questions his life choices.

Never mind. There is always tomorrow! 🙂 🙂 😀

The Pre-Opening Stock Rush

The trading day got off to an absolute thundering start! It was pure corporate chaos in the best way possible. We had eager customers literally queuing up to buy Mary’s lovely things before the hoomans had even finished setting out our wares on the tables.

And the momentum didn’t stop! The frantic selling continued at a relentless pace right up until lunchtime. I barely had time to audit the cash box, let alone take a nap. Pure profit, right here!!!

Unfortunately, the old war wound from the trenches was playing up a bit today. Because of the stiffness in my knee, I had to implement some strict physical restrictions. I rationed my grand tours of the estate to just twice around the block. I kept it brief, using the opportunity for a quick executive meet-and-greet with Colette, Yvonne, and Katie—who are, I must confess, some of my regular favourite hoomans on the circuit.

The Inner Wolf Awakens

In the afternoon, the clouds parted, the sun came out in full force, and the whole world suddenly slowed down to a lazy, warm crawl.

With fewer frantic transactions to supervise, I focused on security. I took a few excellent opportunities to bork loudly at the unsuspecting doggies walking past the stall. I must clarify my tactical engagement rules here: I only bork at the big dogs. You have to be highly careful with the small doggies!

I mean, look at me. On the outside, I might look like a sleek, cute, perfectly proportioned Jackawawa. But inside this furry chest? I AM A WOLF!!!111!!1!! 🐺

Taming the Hoover’s Cool Brother

We ended up packing up the mobile boutique a little bit early, which was an excellent executive decision. It meant getting back to headquarters ahead of schedule to enjoy the fantastic, elite luxury of the AIR CON!

I will admit, when the hoomans first installed this machine, I was not a big fan of the noise it made. It sounds highly suspicious—frighteningly similar to the Hoover, my mortal enemy and nemesis. But after a short while, my superior intellect kicked in. I worked out that this fearsome machine’s breath is wonderfully, beautifully cool! Because of this excellent service, we now get along tolerably well. I might even let it live.

After a thorough cool-down session directly in front of the machine, I received my daily corporate reward of DUK ONNA STIK!!!1!! and headed straight to bed to rest up for Day Three.

The marathon continues!

KthxBai – Errol