Party Coming

We have just walked Jasper and Muggins for the last time before we head for the farm, once we have everything we need moved up there and a proper fence around the house then they can come with us and we will leave the other dogs to protect the city house.

But for now our minds are entirely on the party to come, which will include games for the kids where they can win small prizes and apparently some similar for adults! But I dislike kids enmasse so will make arrangements for gathering the less loveable in one place far from me.
There will be a certain amount of drinking and a whole pig cooked in many way; we are not talking piglet here but a pig about six feet long! And, naturally, there will be other foodstuffs to fill the hungry bellies of our friends and neighbours. Since the last time we had some friends round to the city house there was a certain amount of stomach problems for the male visitors I am hoping that this time no-one will overindulge. My problem is that I hate to see an empty glass and can therefore be too pressing in offering refills. The renowned Phils politeness leads to people accepting when perhaps they did not really want another.
But my difficulty is that although this is my adopted country and I am extremely happy with my relatives and indeed the people in general, nevertheless I do rather stand out as a shade different to the norm of the Phils.