We went camping last weekend. Not just camping like we often do, but camping with my boy-friend and his family! It was awesome. We made a real camp:
We did loads of fun things together. We played:
We chilled (wearing my body warmer because it was freezing cold!):
And walked some more:
We ate lots of yummy things. Like little white rolls! My boy-friend and his family loves them just as much as I do:
We drove together in a car (very cosy):
Of course I guarded the campervan. It is a huge responsibility, protecting so many humans:
It was absolutely wonderful. I love my boy-friend and his family!
Spring is here! I can feel it and I can smell it, it is a fresh green kind of energy. Sparkling and joyful and bubbling, just like me. I love spring! We made a nice long walk, so M and P and I could take in this new energy that is all around us:
There are loads of flowers in the city where we live. Of course M had to make a picture of me against this background. So I posed for her, why not? As a bit of a celeb I am used to humans wanting to take pictures of me.
We had a great time. This is truly a beautiful city.
We went camping, again! Great! I can’t get enough of it, so I am very glad M likes it as much as I do. Do you know what I like most of it? Every time we go camping is an Adventure in itself, because one never knows what will happen. Last time we had fighting squirrels near the van, for instance. But even if there are no Adventures, I still love it. Because when we are camping we are doing my favorite things. Like sleeping late, together in one warm bed:
And hiking! We found some very pretty paths this time:
What is more: when we are camping I guard the van. I am very good at that. No one dares to come near to our van.
I may look cute, with my pretty ears and long nose, but make no mistake: I am a ferocious guarding dog. I really like sitting next to the van like this, watching the surroundings and staring meaningfully at humans, canines and squirrels that dare come too close. They keep their distance. Good. I love camping!
This is odd. We walked one of our favorite paths in the dune-forest and encountered something new. Man made, no doubt, but odd nevertheless. I approached it carefully, one never knows what things like this will do:
When I was near, I smelled it was a tree. They pulled a tree out of the ground and put it back in the earth again, upside down! Silly humans.
I do not think the tree likes it, regardless of the pretty face it has now. I think it gets a little nauseous standing upside down. Next time we walk here – and M isn’t looking – I will push it over and dig it in, so it will be feeling okay again.
We take a walk every day and that is always nice, but sometimes it is something special. Today M and I had this kind of walk. I will try to explain why this one was special. It is not because we went to a new place, because we walked in the dunes and on the beach, like we often do. I think this one was special because we did it together.
This may sound strange to some humans (I bet the canines reading this will understand, though). One could say that all the walks we make are together, but that is not so. It is like this: sometimes when M is stuck in her writing she takes me out for a walk. While we walk she thinks about what is bothering her and I take the opportunity to smell and run and play with other dogs. We are out, but we are not really walking together. Not in the sense of togetherness. We both do our own things.
On our walk this morning we were truly walking together. We ran in the dunes and played games on the beach. I was totally focussed on her and she on me. When this is the case we are like a team, paying attention to our surroundings but not really interacting with other dogs nor humans. We have fun together. And that is awesome.
So P is back home and he took the snow with him! It is amazing, the things he can do… This morning when we went on our first little walk the world suddenly had changed. Yesterday I smelled the air and sensed something was coming, but I did not know what to expect. This morning it became clear what I had smelled.
The paths and trees and everything is covered in a thin layer of soft cool stuff that tickles between my toes. It is cold and therefore there is not much to smell – the earth holds her breath in the cold, you know. Everything is quiet. How did P manage to do this?
I am a path-finder, a way-finder. No matter where we are, in Holland or in the mountains in a far away place: I always know the way back. Back home, or the way back to our campervan, which is home too. I do not know why I can do this – it is typically human to ask a thing like that. I just do it. It comes natural to me.
This skill is not always needed, because sometimes the paths are so obvious that even M can find them:
But sometimes we walk in the woods or the mountains or along the coast somewhere and the paths are pretty hard to find. Sometimes there are no proper paths, only tracks made by wild animals. I find these easily, too. I lead M along the way, so we will go safely back to wherever our home is.