Mum and Dad's holiday

How is this?  Mum and Dad went on a holiday.

When they came back mum showed me photos and explained it all to me.


So this is how it goes.

Mum and Dad get in the car and go down south to a place where there are kennels and they are with Dad's original pack.

There is a beach.  Looks ordinary to me and there are NO hounds allowed.

And a lagoon.  Again very ordinary as there are no hounds allowed.

Now here is where is gets very interesting.

Some of the pack get on planks of wood and push themselves around the lagoon.

I have no idea why. But once they get sick of it they come home and then go out and do it again the next day.

This one seems to get lost.

And they have to send one of the strong ones out to go and get her and tow her back.

I don't know why Dad did it, as it made him feel very gruesome. I think Dad is going to kiss the ground.

Some of the pack have done it so often, that all their fur has dropped out and this is what they look like.

But they keep doing it.

Others stand in the sun and go
"blah blah school blah blah blah"

Others wait until the winter sun is at its warmest and lay outside to get their body temperatures up.  Just like me on the front verandah.

Other just stand keep watch for the pack.

Then they gather at feeding time, eat , go to bed and get up and do the same thing again.

Mum said I couldn't go because they don't allow hounds at this particular set of kennels.  Secretly I am glad I didn't go for a few reasons.

The first is human pups.

Very fast, noisy and unpredictable. A bit like Maltese terriers only with less sense.

The second and a big one is a very strange breed of greyhound.  I swear its uglier than a poodle. This made me think that the water is very bad down there.  It must have caused some mutation in breeding.  A bit like you would expect from a nuclear fallout.

It is the only reason I can think of,  to create the hopping hound  and cause the varying degrees of fur fall out such as this

and this.

I, on the other hand had to suffer the stress of being dog sat by my own special carers.


This involved lots of good food, walks and patting by Leonie and Livvy.

It was a tough job for a hound, but it is
exactly how it should be.

By the way. Any place where you have to go into a cage to chase balls is not the holiday for me.