Thoughts on Campervanning
My name is Jack and I am 13 years old. I have lived with my humans for all of those years. They are not a bad pair (getting on a bit like myself), but they do seem to like their holidays. They can spend ages talking about how they “need to get away”. I don’t understand it myself but humans are a funny species.
Sometimes they choose to go off in one of them aeroplane things. You wouldn’t catch me in one of them for all the rump steak in the world! Munro bagging is high enough for me – all four paws firmly on the ground!
Sometimes they book a nice cottage somewhere. She spends ages on their computer machine trying to find a place to stay, and I sit at her feet just hoping to hear her shout to him, “I’ve managed to book somewhere that’s dog friendly!”. It doesn’t alway happen, so then I am sent to a kindly relative or friend who has offered me bed and board for the week. I am grateful for the hospitality and it sure beats those kennel things I have heard others talk about. But it’s just not the same as being with your own family is it?
So, I’ll get to the point. My absolute favourite type of holiday is when we head off together, just the three of us, in one of those vans with the bed in. That really gets my tail wagging.
So what is it about the campervan that I like best? Where do I start?
- I always get to go along.
- I get to enjoy the fresh air and loads and loads of walks, a paddle in the sea, a run along the beach or a swim in a river.
- There are lots of new smells to discover along the way as we’re always going to different places.
- I get the full attention of my humans all the time.
- The humans seem to be very relaxed and smiley.
- I sometimes get a bit of nice rump steak off the barbeque. Or a burger. I am not a fussy guy.
- They even take me with them to the pub!
And best of all I get to sleep right next to them, on the floor at their feet.
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