But I must say after three days of it, even I was happy to get home. I slept for a couple of days mama reckons.
I have a new ‘Lion’ haircut, what the woof that means I don’t know. All I do know is my butt got cold because my fur was too short there, while the hair around my neck was long and too hot. I don’t know what these guys are thinking sometimes, but Simone the groomer thinks I am great. No point in fighting these things, I learnt as a young pup to succumb to the inevitable with showers, but the blow dry and brushing is pretty woofy woof nice.
After the show we went away for a night in the motorhome, down to Tauranga, so not too far, but it was great to get away. I hadn’t seen my couch and bowl get loaded up for so woof long, I had forgotten how much fun it is.
We stopped by and visited my mate Louie at his house near the beach, not that we had time for a beach run, but it was good fun racing up and down the section and eating his biscuits.
Back home again and the next weekend I got left behind; grrr woof grrr I was so mad mama and papa drove away in the car and didn’t come back for days. Just as well that little Charlie likes me more now – she took me for walkies around the street to our park with her daddy. I guess it was okay really, but I do like to go everywhere they go, lots of sniffy good smells to be had, lots of places for me to leave my scent too – it is so much fun travelling as much as we woof do.
A couple of days ago I saw the signs; my couch was packed up, my bed as well – toys, water bowl – yes it looks like we are heading away again. It was pretty late in the day so I wondered where we would sleep that night woofy hmm? I found out much later when we stopped at what I know is the halfway mark at the Waiouru War Museum carpark.
We have stayed here lots of times, so I know I get plenty of walkies if it’s not raining, and it usually means an early start driving for another half a day. And so it was – we woke up early and I welcomed the security people around the vans with a good bark bark bark morning welcome. Can’t understand why I got the “shhh quiet Caspie” tone so sharply.
It was great when we got to home to Martinborough. I was jumping out of my skin mama said, as we drove into town. I wriggled and jumped down and out the door as soon as I was allowed – yahoo we are home. Woofy woofy woofy woof happy, so happy. Bark bark bark I go up and down the fence. For the next four days I barked myself hoarse talking to all my old mates, greeting every bird and cat on the property – yes I am back.
Out for lunch is first order of the day, catching up with smells as we walked around the streets, then down to a new vineyard place for lunch. Weird little bunny at this place, but the seats and food were okay, so we all enjoyed the sun.
But alas a few days later I sensed a plot, I see mama and papa packing their bags, not the motorhome – something was going on. “Stay Caspie,” I was told by mama, “Uncle Pete will look after you while we go away for a few weeks.” Bark, whine, bark, woof, grrrrrr – what the woof are they saying?
Out the door they went, driving away in a car with their bags, leaving me here with Pete, Laura and Ricky. Oh well I guess I will have to woof it up, put on my big dog boots and go bark and run up and down the fence. I am happy they have left me down here where I can play, jump through my own dog door to go in and out, and see my mates every day.
Pete is great at walkies and chasing balls – in fact I think I am going to have a great holiday while mama and papa are away. I will let you guys know next time, woof woof have fun, be woofy kind, and don’t pee inside after a long drive – eek sorry Brian and Stacey, mama should have taken me walkies before I came inside.
Till next time – it’ll be Christmas time Pete tells me – I love that tree we get out for then.