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.
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:
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.
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!
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:
The walks we do here are very different from the ones we do at home. There are steep hills and rocks, great for running and climbing! I can use my long legs here. The forests smell of furry tasty animals… it is all very interesting.
This is what the trails look like here. Nice, isn’t it?