It was really quite late in the evening when the huge kennel docked on schedule in Portsmouth. Then it was announced over the public address system that all dogs with passengers should remain in their cabins until called to disembark. Being important we are, like the Captain, the last to leave the Ship. It was about 9.00 pm when we got off and through customs without any problems and we all agreed that the journey to this point had been serene and most enjoyable.
My bearded pet is driving my short kennel to his daughters house in a place called Hawkhurst on the last leg of our journey, this is where my friend Basil lives with his two small humans my pets call grandchildren. According to his GPS device 90 minutes is the estimated time of this last leg. In reality the west to east journey across country on the only option of minor roads and winding lanes took three and a half hours due to multiple major road works and road closures. I will not dwell on this or my bearded one’s demeanour or sense of humour.
We arrived in the early hours of Tuesday quite tired. Trying hard not to wake the household I fear I couldn’t resist a bit of uncontrolled barking with excitement when I met my friend Basil. He is my BF (best friend) from the Labrador tribe – “fox red” branch.( that is Ginger to you and me but we don’t tease him about it) and also, I found a squeaky toy. I made sure that the household new we had arrived.
Love Douglas x