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:
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.
Guess where I am?
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!
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:
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.
Yesterday I met… something. I am still wondering about it, because I don’t know what it is. It moved, although very slow, and did not seem to be bothered by me. First I thought it might be fun to play with, but it did not react to my invitation. So I canceled that option – you need two parties for a fun game, likewise for a good fight. Otherwise it isn’t worth while.
Then I thought it might be for eating. But it smelled strange and unfamiliar – of earth and water and something I never smelled before. A little bit acid. Not good. So I decided to skip that option, too. Here is a picture of my investigation:
Maybe you could help me out, here? Have you ever met something like this before? Should I have let it disappear into the bushes, like I did, or should I have intervened? Is it dangerous?
Today I’d like you to meet Zuid. She is more than a friend, she is my godmother. When I first came to my new home, Zuid was there. I had never been without other dogs in my life, so M thought it wise to have Zuid along when I arrived. Zuid is living with friends of M and P and they were glad to lend her out for this noble purpose.
She is everything you can wish for in a godmother. She is sweet, she let me jump on her and bite her in the ears and sleep next to her. Like this:
As you can see, I really appreciated her being there. She made me feel at home pretty quickly. Now that I have grown up, I am not allowed to bite her in the ears anymore, but she is still sweet. She plays and runs with me, although she is having trouble catching up. When she is too far behind I wait for her, so I can jump on her when she arrives. Oh, and in the forest we like to chase pigeons. If it is a very juicy pigeon, she is sometimes almost as fast as I am.
Sometimes we go to the beach together. Since she can’t walk that far from our home, we go by bike. I don’t let many dogs into my cargobike, but Zuid is allowed to (so is Hester and Boet). This is how we travel:
P.S. I am not looking at the camera, because I spotted a pigeon.
Recently I was on a different beach. There were no little crabs, alas. But there was something else and it was awesome: mud!
At first I did not know what happened when I ran to fetch the stick. My feet were slipping , black stuff was tickling between my toes. Then I discovered the endless possibilities of this new ground. I could make slidings, very long ones! Sorry, there are no pictures of the slidings, I am a very fast dog, you know. But here is one picture of me, resting in this delicious mud:
And this is how I looked afterwards. Mud is very good for your skin, did you know that? And it smells great, too. I feel beautiful now.
I am probably telling you no secret that we dogs are a master in creating different looks. We go from totally obedient to acting as if we don’t hear what you are shouting at us in a split second. As I explained earlier in my blog about the Method™, every dog can use this acting talent to get what he/she wants.
There is one look I use for special needs only. If there is something you really want, try this. In this case, it was the herring on the table (which I got, of course!). You have to practice on this one, mind you! It is especially important you get the ears right. So try it in front of the mirror before you test it on your boss.