This weekend we took Hippie to a little place near Newark. It was her first caravan holiday and for a moment there, at the beginning I thought it was going to be her last.
When we first got there she careered up and down the van like a nutcase and eventually I put her bed on the bunk where we normally have the table and insisted she stayed there, then when we had set up we took her for a long run by the River Trent – she loved it, off the lead and running free.
But then, as the site was next to a pub we decided to go for a pint and she decided to play up. She at next to us and howled, when that didn’t work she whinged. People fussed her but she was not going to stop – it was sooo embarrassing. We went back to the van but by then she was sulking, I made her dinner but she sulked some more and left the lot – just lay on her bed and didn’t want to know us.
We covered her up and let her get on with it….
Saturday morning she got up and had her weetabix then joined my partner in bed for a big fuss. She appeared to have gotten over her mood..
In fact she was quite enjoying it ..
While breakfast was cooking we took her along by the river again,she ran and ran
And just occasionally did a bit of investigating!
Then after a huge breakfast for us my partner dosed for an hour on the sofa on one side of the van and Hippie was stretched out on the other.
There was no room for me so I sat on her bunk and did my Spanish homework..
Later we risked the pub again and this time after a bit of whining she actually settled…
Flaked out on the floor being fussed by two very pretty young ladies – here they are:
– she was quite happy and we actually were able to chat- it was bliss!
Then we took her for another run but she didn’t want to go far this time. I thought she would really be hungry after missing her dinner the night before but she only ate a little bit then just had to lie down
This was serious couch potato stuff
Destined to go on for a long time
The howling wind and pouring rain outside didn’t disturb her..
She was tired out!
Snoring….
She only moved off long enough for us to make the bed up and then got back on and slept all night with us.
This morning we got ready to come back and she was still chilled out…
She’s been back home for five hours now and is still sleeping – I am sure that very soon now she will be full of beans and chasing around the house carrying one of her teddies – its time to hand her back to my daughter!!!!!
Aw .. look at her!! Sweetheart that she is!
We used to take our first greyhound caravanning – he was great! The only problem was that we couldn’t leave him alone in the van, for many reasons, so everywhere we went, he had to come along too. And also he used to wake us up very, very early in the morning with a wet nose in the face! LOL!
It’s true – you don’t need an alarm clock, thats for sure!!
Hippie,what a girl.Eso perro es sin duda un pregunta dificil fotographia?I know you like a bit of “Spanish” Kate! I just love the “jaws” shot.Any linguistic error is down to google translate!