I’m such a lucky dog. We’re all going on holiday – mum, the Irish aunt, sprog and ME!!
I’ve never been on holiday, just boot camp at the weekends and the occasional trip to someone else’s house, not a holiday with luggage and treats. But it’s Easter this weekend (I predict chocolate eggs, yum yum), and we are all off to an hotel in Yorkshire afterwards for a break. It has pretty gardens, a gym and an indoor pool which will be a lot warmer than the North Sea at this time of year.
What, I’m not allowed in the pool??? I’m sure that can’t be right – the hotel says well behaved dogs allowed; I’m well behaved so why don’t I get to use the facilities? I’ll even wear a bathing cap if that will let make a difference.
We’re having a family get-together on Easter Sunday and my mum is cooking her special slow roast pork which is utterly delicious. I expect i’ll get some leftovers, or even the portion that the vegetarian visitor won’t want. Mmm, I lurve pork crackling – followed by a dessert of chocolate egg, of course.
Dogwuff! 