(at) Last Xara !!

Shiny new coat— Hip Hip Xara !!

If you see this little girl wandering the streets of Kamini, she is not lost, merely an escape artist investigating her new home… Kamini Valley. Back in March she was on the brink, poor thing of sweet disposition could barely wag her tail as she underwent her first medical at the vets. An emaciated stray who had an incident with a car a couple of years back (we reckon she is about four) and as a result looks like her nose is permanently out of joint. Well it is not, in fact the latest addition to our family has slotted right in. Intelligent, keen to please, happy, clean, self  house trained, and only took two days to win Belle’s heart over (whose nose was out of joint for the first 48 hours at the enthusiastic bouncy new arrival). She was introduced to us as Joy, but being Greek we figured Xara was more appropriate, but her nickname has become Funny-Face.

One way ticket?? —March 2015

Who could not take pity, 1st Vet visit

We have of late received many emails from first time visitors about our beautiful island but that a sick kitty was spied, which spoiled their stay, and therefor jumped to the conclusion that the Hydriote residents should do something for the animals. Not so, there are, and have been for decades a dedicated group of people, Local and Foreign, who do an enormous amount of work for our four legged island community. Winter in Summer out, feeding colonies of cats, bringing vets to the island, attending medical issues. So please before you write and complain have a look at what www.hydraark.org animal charity does for the island. Nobody or organisation can fix all ailments but they do their best. Perhaps it may motivate you to help too.

Ke Xara Xara… whatever!!( & Belle) Xara actually sits down to dine

Laid-back June 2015 (how many dogs lie down to eat I ask you?)

David Fagan

David Fagan is CEO, president, managing director, author, publisher, and chief bottlewasher of DavidFagan.org. On his first visit to Hydra back in 1983, David decided that owning a bar in this exotic location was an ideal way not to spend the rest of his life in the fast-lane of corporate advertising and journalism. It was an idea spawned by the Honorable Bill Cunliffe of Bill’s Bar, renowned wateringhole for anyone who knew this part of the world at the time. He and a couple of old-timers, Anthony Kingsmill and Leonard Bernstein, planted the seed: Come!