I’d like you to meet Fred, my gentleman friend. He lives in the street behind us, that is how we know each other. He is a true gentleman and a full blood whippet. He walks in a graceful way and when he sees me, he gets so happy it looks as if he dances. He is kindhearted and very sensitive – one growl from another dog can make him wonder for days what he did to deserve it.
When I am with him, he lets me sleep on his bed and play with his toys – he has furry squeaky toys, I love them. M won’t buy them for me because she says I would rip them apart. Well, yes, I would. That is what they are for!
When I was little, I shared my bed with Fred:
I don’t do that anymore, of course, I am almost grown up! But we do go out together, sometimes. We like sniffing the air for cats and squirrels. Like me, he is super fast. M keeps us on a leash when we are out together, so unfortunately so far we never had the change to test which one of us is faster.
I think I am the fastest, but I am not entirely sure about this. Fred is bred for the races, you know, so he could be a tiny bit faster than I.
Hurray, I am home and the beach is still here! We went there today, I ran next to our cargobike. The path to the beach is nice too, it is lined with lots of smells (rabbits! rabbit shit! foxes!). This is what the path looks like – and me running next to the bike:
Then we take a sharp turn to the right and we park the bike, overlooking the sea. The leash is off and I am off! Off to the beach:
Today it was very quiet, there weren’t a lot of other dogs to play with, alas. But M and P threw ball for me, which was great. I love this beach. I think it is the best beach in the world. What is your favorite beach?
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:
I have to recover from all my adventures now, so I am going to sleep for the next days. See you later!
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:
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.
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:
This is what it looked like. What do you think, she looks kind of strange, doesn’t she? What is she up to?
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:
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.