Another adventure for me, Mrs Turnbull. It’s been a long time but I have been a busy old pooch. I went to France with my people. See my passport. Yes, France. Just imagine me going through the tunnel all the way there. They woke me up specially to tell me to look so I did - for 5 seconds but it was dead boring, nothing to see but the sides of the truck we were in so I sank back down into my comfy bed. We stayed the first night in someone’s house, a friend of theirs. All I can say is that it smelled of cats but I wasn’t allowed near them. And I had to stay in a bedroom with my people. They accused me of snoring which maybe I do a little but you should hear them. We drove all the way down through France even going through Paris. Yes, Gay Paris. But I couldn’t see anything exciting about it. Just one big traffic jam that we crawled through. We eventually arrived at our destination in the Dordogne. Lovely - lots of sunshine, not like Wales. I even went for a bit of a swim in the big river but then I got into trouble because I put my nose in the bait bucket of some fisherman who had no sense of humour at all.
We went to a big castle built by Richard the Lionheart as a true English dog I stood proudly on those ramparts. And I loved the cafés - I could really get used to this French way of life. See my photos.
Then on the way home when we arrived at the tunnel we saw a notice saying we had to go to pet reception so we turned right as shown and found all the way there was marked by giant paw prints on the road. I am glad we didn’t meet that dog in there, even I would have been afraid.
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