I can’t believe that we’re at the weekend again, this year is speeding past, must be all the fun we’re having planning what we’re doing this year with Susie-Belle and Renae.
The tent and sleeping bags have arrived and are cluttering up the dining room as we’ve yet to find a good place to store them. The tent seems a lot bigger in reality, hope the girls appreciate all the room they’re going to have to bed down with us. I read somewhere this week that dogs LOVE camping as it just seems like one long dog walk for them: they’re outdoors all day and they even get to sleep outdoors with us snuggled down in with them. Hope they do enjoy it as I’m still not convinced I will, although the excitement is beginning to build as I research campsites near rivers, beaches and great walks.
Talking of walks and beaches, we’re heading off for the day tomorrow to Hayling Island to meet up with a whole gang of schnauzers and owners for a toddle along the beach. This is the first beach we took Susie-Belle to back in early September when she’d been with us for a week or so (I thought it was Weymouth, but going back through my photos, I’d forgotten Hayling was even earlier). It was quite a bleak day if I remember and the beach was windswept and deserted. I was determined to get in a sea swim having driven all the way to the coast I couldn’t possibly not get my feet wet at the very least.
Susie-Belle wasn’t that impressed by me getting in the water, she must have wondered what odd kind of human activity she was being introduced to, come to think of it, even many of my human friends think the same about my love of outdoor swimming. Renae was even less impressed as I’d spent the summer trying to get her to enjoy swimming and failing miserably as she became the swiftest dodger of me if there was even the faintest hint she might be getting her paws wet out on a walk.
So we’ll see tomorrow how they get on, as some of the schnauzers we’re meeting up with do like to swim so maybe the girls might be tempted to join them for a refreshing February dip. Failing a swim, at least they’ll be getting a good walk so might have earned a teeny taste of fish and chips before we head home.
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