A day in the mountains

We are in the Spanish Pyrenees and it is really nice here. I’ll show you what we do here on an average day. First we walk for some hours. It is hot and dusty, but there are sources where I can drink. Like this:

Walking in Pyrenees highres

Then we have a picnic at a lovely spot. I like it most when we rest near a little river, so I can play in the water. There are some good sticks for grabs here:

Playing in the water highres

At the end of the day we get back at the campervan. M and P relax and so do I. It is a bit tiring, you know, walking for hours and having to guard M and P all the time. Usually I sleep in the sun. As a Greek dog, I like the warmth. If it gets too hot, I lie down in the shade.

Bubbles is tired

Duck

It is not so bad, having a holiday in France. There is a lot of nice food here we don’t have in Holland. They even make bubbles where we are now! I like it when people I don’t know personally produce something good and name it after me. Even though I am not allowed to drink it yet, since I am under-age (I am almost two). This is a picture of the bubbles they make here:

bubbles

And here is a picture of something I am allowed to eat. It is delicious, fat and juicy and very tasteful. Duck! I have to get M to know how to make this, then I will catch her a duck and she can prepare it for me. So I can eat this every day. Yum.

Confit de canard

Proof!

Like I told you, we are on holiday in France and we see a lot of medieval places. In the old days, the nobility lived in these castles. They had dogs, for hunting and guarding and company. In one of these castles we saw a drawing of this medieval life, the lady of the castle is having dinner. There is a dog with her, too. Do you see her? The dog of the lady of the castle! Here is the proof of my noble roots. Because this dog looks a lot like me: the same long legs, long nose and tail. Even the same ears! And she walks just like me, a beautiful proud dog. I knew all along I had noble roots, now I can prove it. My predecessors were the castle dogs of the medieval nobility!

Proof of my noble roots

Guarding the campervan

Sometimes being a guarding dog is not easy. It would be easy if I could just chase away any human and dog who approached our campervan, but M and P won’t let me do that. Apparently, there are certain rules about guarding I don’t know about yet. For instance, when someone is walking along our campervan on a path, it is allowed. If the same person is getting onto our plot, I may show my teeth.

The really difficult rules apply to the plots next to us. For instance, we were in a place where our neigbors had a dog too. We barked to each other and both were told to shut up. So we stopped barking and continued staring. Humans don’t seem to notice this, but staring is even more potent than barking. Anyway, I won. You can see in this picture. I continued to stare and she looked away. Ha!

Guarding

A real Adventure

I enjoyed a big adventure. We went in a boat along the river Tarn! Of course, I was totally relaxed. I jumped into the canoe myself and looked around leisurely at the shores. We had small breaks on wonderful little beaches, where I ran around and of course did some guarding, so no one else dared to get onto our beach. It was awesome! I’d like to do this every day. M and P also were very happy, as you can see:

Canoe adventure

Cheese

A great thing about France is they make a lot of cheese. A happy thing for me, because I am a big fan of cheese. Today we passed a farm where you can buy a local cheese, made from goat’s milk. I don’t like goats, they are always so haughty, think they are the smartest in the universe (not – actually, they are enormously stupid). But their cheese is great. We had a nice long walk through the woods and this is where we saw the cheese sign:

Fromage de chevre

It is nice here, with all the different smells and sounds in these hills – there is a river here that makes a lot of noise, M says it is called the Tarn. By the way, what do you think of my walking gear? Impressive, isn’t it? In matching colors!

Anyway, this is the cheese. It is nice, too bad it is so small and M only bought one of them (sometimes she can be such a tightwad). Next time, she should buy at least a dozen:

Fromage de chevre 2

Castle

I feel like I really am on holiday. The guarding of the campervan is easy so far and we are visiting awesome places. For instance, this:

Chaumont

It is a real castle with huge grounds, where we walked. We visited a lot of little gardens too, they have this garden festival in the grounds – there were lots of interesting smells. It was a bit disappointing I wasn’t allowed to run through the gardens, but I am getting used to that. I ran from the campside to the castle and back, with M and P cycling next to me. That was nice.

Oh, the castle is called Chaumont and it is near the Loire river. M told me.

Toutou

Guess where I am?

bar

I am in France. M explained to me it is a different country than Holland. People speak a different language (the dogs don’t, though) and they eat different things. M and P very much like to drink things outside somewhere where there are a lot of people and tables and chairs, so we go to these places a lot. This picture was made on one of them. It is called a bar and this says, in French, that this bar is especially for dogs. Toutou is a French word for dog. The water is French water. It tastes differently. Nice. I am on holiday!

Mixed feelings

Yesterday M told me the news: we are going on a holiday. She is happy, but I have to admit I have mixed feelings about this. There are certain benefits of going on holiday, I remember from the last time. One is I am allowed to sleep on the bed:

In bed

Which of course is great. Other benefits are that I have the chance of eating new things I can blog about and that I will be with M and P all the time.

But there are also negative aspects of this holidaything. I don’t care about all the traveling, I am used to that: I traveled from Greece to Holland when I was 4 months old! But I do know that Being on Holiday gives me enormous responsibilities.  Most importantly: I have to guard our campervan. We go to new places almost every day, so every day I have to do a quickscan of the neighborhood, analyzing the risks and taking precautionary measures. Can I trust the neighbor? What about his dog? What is this strange noise coming from the other side of the terrain? Where am I most likely to find a piece of thrown away pizza? Things like that. It can be very stressful for a dog.

Anyway, I will blog about my holiday now and then, so I’ll let you know all about my Adventures. I hope you will travel with me, virtually speaking, that is. There is not enough space for us all in the campervan. Besides, I wouldn’t let you in, I am guarding it.