Home again

M and P do like very long holidays, I was wondering if we were ever going home. I am glad to say we did, we are home again! I am happy to be in my own house again, where my soft beds are (one on every floor!) and the cargobike and the beach and my friends. I missed them. On the first little walk near our house I smelled the air of new dogs too – I can’t wait to check them out. Being on holiday is nice. But it is also tiring, because of all the new things we do every day. Also the guarding of the campervan and of M and P is tiresome. You have to be alert all the time, never knowing when the enemy will strike:

Bubbles and bus

I have to recover from all my adventures now, so I am going to sleep for the next days. See you later!

So sleepy

Danger

We are still in France, not in the mountains anymore, but in (M says) the Dordogne. It is nice here: there are hills and forests and sunshine. Yesterday we had an Adventure on the campsite. There are a lot of dogs here and usually we guard our own campervan / tent / caravan. But yesterday, we immediately recognized the urgency of the situation and we guarded the camping, as one. This is what attacked us. It was big and very noisy:

Danger 1

We barked, we growled, we showed our teeth. Even the tiny Bichon at the corner of the field joined us. And we succeeded: the big monsters went away! Oh yeah.

Danger 2

 

Mountain animals

I do like walking in the mountains. There are lots of interesting smells and the terrain is good for running and climbing. I have to wait for M and P a lot, since they are not as fast as I am, but that is okay.

There are a lot of animals here I am unfamiliar with. There are big birds of prey. And little furry ones that look a bit like cats. They live in groups. One of them sits on guard and warns the others with a high note when we are approaching. The holes they live in smell promising, but unfortunately I am too big to creep into them. Other animals here I do know, but in Holland they live behind fences. Here they roam in the wild. I am not sure if I can trust them. They seem pretty peaceful, but some of them have a strange look in their eyes. Yesterday, I spotted one of them, watching us:

Bubbles on guard

This is what it looked like. What do you think, she looks kind of strange, doesn’t she? What is she up to?

Bubbles on guard 2

Trouble

M is angry with me. We were walking and I left the path to chase – what turned out to be – a falling pinecone. M got really mad, she told me I was stupid and words like that, because I left the path when I should had stayed with her. I had to walk on a leash, the rest of the way. That was boring. We were walking high up in the mountains, on top of these rocks:

Cliffs

M told me I could have fallen of the rocks, that is why she was so mad. Me, falling of the rocks, ha! Of course that would never happen to me. I would stop in time or, even better: just jump to the ground. Although they look very high, from this side… Uhm, maybe M is right and I would have fallen. If I’m frank, I don’t think I could jump from such a height… Oh dear, that is a depressing thought. Is this part of growing up, getting to know one’s limitations? I hope not, I don’t like it.

Mountain dogs

I am still in the Pyrenees and there is something special here I’d like to tell you about. There are mountain dogs here, called the Pyrenean Mountain Dog. They guard the sheep, protecting them from wolves and bears. These dogs are awesome. Huge and ferocious. Humans who walk in these mountains are warned not to touch them or go near them. They even make cartoons to explain this!

Pyrenese mountain dogs

Of course, we dogs don’t need such a warning. M and me saw one of these dogs with it’s herd of sheep, in the distance. I smelled him and instantly knew I had to keep out of his way. I mean: respect, man. I’ll leave you with your sheep, while I return to my soft bed and city life.