I’m conscious that it’s been mostly me, or occasionally M doing the talking over the last nine weeks. But Stan’s been with us too.
He was a bit bored on Saturday round Lourdes, lots of slow walking on the lead, not enough running around and chasing things. Sunday, however, was a much better day spent leaping all over Gavarnie. Here it is in his own words:
“We got in the car. I get to sit in the back now, it’s better than the boot.
The drive went on forever – taking, like, TWO hours, but then we got out.
And there was snow, and water, and hillsides, and paths, and other dogs. Then there was a long walk off the lead. I found a stick whilst they had food, and then I had two apple cores. The apples were great.
Then we were off and there was snow and paths and other dogs and water in the river and from my bowl. It was great.
I had another stick whilst they sat and had coffee. I chewed bits off it and then ripped off the bark. And they threw the stick all over the place and I had to go and get it for them (they’re very forgetful). And it was great.
Just as I was getting really hot and tired, we were back at the car and I fell asleep on the back seat. Apparently there were loads of sheep in the market square that doubles up as a roundabout in Laruns, but I didn’t’ see them, coz I was still asleep.
Then we got home and I got fed. And that was great.
Then, because it was so warm, they left the door open till it got dark and I stared out at everything till I fell asleep again.
It was all great.”