Weekend Away

Well, I was Not a happy traveler and She was beside herself with consternation. See it all started when He got given a gift voucher to go to Cooking School for His birthday. Problem was, it was up the road on the Coast and it involved a night away from home. So at first it seemed like a good idea because Eric and Elsie, my best mates from next door, were going to be on vacation up there in a rented beach house, and His weekend Cooking Class was right in the middle of their stay.

So they invited me to come play and go for a walk on the beach and all that before His cooking class, and it all worked out splendidly. The drive up was very exciting and We had regular Pee stops and I got treats for being good. I knew it was going to be something special because it was chicken treats. Which was fine for me because I had been so excited about going somewhere, I didn't even eat my breakfast!


Finally We got there and a very excited greeting and some play ensued. I bet Eric and Elsie didn't know I was coming That Day, because it wasn't a Wednesday. Their pack leader gave us morning tea and we all went for a walk on the beach, which I might add, was the same beach I holidayed at last year, and I was really pleased to be back.


She has spent a lot of time implementing Meg's training and so I was allowed off on my own, which was really cool. Except They don't trust me enough to actually take the lead off, just to let it go.... so I do have to run around dragging it behind me in case a foot needs to be stomped on it if I was to be unduly distracted.

Anyway, after the long and happy beach stroll, They packed me all up again and we went down the road to the Cooking School. Well, even though it had claimed to be OK for a "wee pooch", it was anything But. First, there was no fence or gate to stop me wandering into the main road right outside; then, there was no fence to stop me wandering onto the neighbor's property and off into the distance; also, 2 other dogs already lived there and so I couldn't really get comfortable; and the final straw was that because I wasn't allowed in the actual house which had the cooking school and the upmarket suites, We were placed in the ostensibly quaint railway carriage a few metres from the house in the baking sun! Well, to cut a very long story short, I did not stop whining.

To her credit, She did Her best to comfort me and had brought all my most favorite things from home and laid them all out - my crate, my Purple Heart Blankie, our New tug toy (see left - I have to hold on to it to stop Her getting it), my rawhide bone, my water bowl and all my meals, just like they get made at home. But there was no comfort there....



In desperation, and by this time She was somewhat dismayed and upset and getting cranky, She let me curl up next to Her on the bed and sleep there for the night. He enjoyed His cooking class though, so overall, there was 1 out of 3 happy campers. It was horrible, but on the way back We stopped in again at Eric and Elsie and all was good in the world again. Especially when I got home and collapsed in an exhausted heap. I've been good since though; I was sorry to be such a nuisance, but I just don't like my routine being interfered with, especially if the new one means I'm not The Center of the New Universe.