A trip to the seaside

I know I’ve been a bit quiet recently as there has not really been that much going on. However, that all changed on Thursday.

Mum and dad took me for my first trip to the seaside – Port Vendres to be precise – as apparently my dad is off there shortly for a little holiday and mum needed to check out the route. To ensure my comfort a new chunk of foam has been installed in the back of the car which makes seeing out much easier and is ever so comfy for crashing out on.



I actually managed the two hour journey there without being travel sick – a record for me, and my thanks go out to Rescue Remedy for helping with this. Once we had arrived we had a bit of a walk round the harbour where I encountered boats for the first time. Not sure if I like the idea of these but I will reserve judgement until I have actually been on one. These harbour places are great fun ‘cause there are some bizarre smells and loads of birds wandering around just asking to be chased.

Then it was off to a restaurant for lunch. Now you may remember me talking about a film called “ Marley and me “ in which there is a scene (which those of you have seen it will recall) where Marley is tied to the restaurant table and then flies off after another dog taking the table with him. Well I rather brilliantly re-enacted this scene using a low flying pigeon as the item to be chased and causing my dad to be covered in beer and my mum to cut her hand on the resulting broken glass. After that for some strange reason, I was tied up to a nearby bench for the duration of the meal.



The journey home was really hot and despite my best endeavours I failed to make it as incident free as the outward journey, finally succumbing to travel sickness in the last ten minutes. Still, not bad for a dog who, only a month or so ago could hardly go round the block in the car without a problem. Mind you, I was so tired when I got home that I actually fell asleep standing up, although I cannot recall any of that!

Oh, and I forgot to mention, as of Wednesday my international travel passport became valid so I can now travel around Europe with gay abandon.

Lily and I ride the train

Saturday saw our neighbouring village, Antugnac, celebrating the start of the grape harvest. Naturally we all walked up there to join in the festivities including Aunty Mary and Uncle Tim who came over especially for the occassion.


On the walk we met up with the procession of very important looking people in funny outfits off to bless the vines or something. I was not interested in this much so dad took me to my mate Lily's house where we both had a doze whilst the humans went off to do lots of that bottle stuff and eat baby pigs! And all of that took place in a winery. Dad reckons it came close to his view of heaven.















After the lunch Lily and I were retrieved and taken to join the remaining celebrations and socialise a bit.


Then came the best bit. As part of the fun they had this little train that was doing tours of the vineyards and Lily and I got to ride on it.



I've never been on a train before, not even a toy one like this. It was great fun and I especially liked sticking my head out and watching the world go by.

Frog (dog) meets a tadpole!

So there we were the other afternoon relaxing on a nice day when who should arrive but my old mate Uncle Billy with his lovely lady Tad(pole) - it's her nickname apparently, but I did not go into that!


Well Auntie Tad and I hit it off straight away and she is now my new best friend. It may be something to do with the fact at she is a dog person - she had her own dog called Hovis. Now the fact that she named her dog after a loaf of bread probably tells you something about Auntie Tad. That's right, really lovely but ever so slightly wacky. I thought she was great and can't wait for her to visit again, which she promised would be very soon.