Category Archives: Holiday

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.

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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.

The Dutch dog whisperer

I had a holiday with Nicoline. I’d like to tell you about her. She is a human and a tough cookie, and I don’t mean a doggy snack. She is no lady to tamper with. At first, I thought I could fool her. Like I did with my boss when I was little. Hey, I was a cute puppy, so I took advantage of it! But Nicoline, she saw right through me. She wanted me to behave, from the start.

I stayed with her for three weeks in this holiday, when M was away from home. I didn’t mind, because Nicoline’s place is great fun. There are other dogs, she gave me lots of food because I was so skinny and we went out playing and running and sniffing for hours and hours. We went to the forest and the beach, every day!

This is what it looked like:

Bubbles strand Nicoline

The picture was made by Nicoline, www.uitlaterette.nl

Nicoline really is a dog person. She is kind of a Dutch dog whisperer – do you know Cesar Millan? Well, like that, but female and taller. She called me ‘a little princess’ and that was not meant as a compliment. Of course, I tried to ignore her as much as possible. For instance: when we were on the beach and the other dogs had to sit around her, I had something more important to do (eating little crabs).

At the end of the holiday I started listening to her, because she means well and is a nice person. I didn’t obey her too much, though. Priorities, right: crabs are more important than sitting and waiting for some stupid ball to be thrown.

I still see her, when M is too long away from home. I don’t mind listening to Nicoline (now and then), but to my horror she advised M to do a workshop with me. They did – and me too, I couldn’t escape it since it was about me. So now M has become strict with me as well. Which I think is not fair. Because I don’t only behave like a little princess, I am a little princess! Of some ancient Greek line, no doubt about it. That I grew up in a Greek shelter was a huge mistake.