Chapter 6 
(August 2022):

Beach!

Now I know why they wanted me to go into the folding canvas crate. Mummy set it up next to her desk and taught me to go in and retrieve a treat. Then I taught her to throw in treats whenever I went in.

Daddy’s car was packed, my car crate sideways on the folded down back seat. I can jump in by myself there! I was a good girl and when they changed drivers, I did my business on command. Back into the car. In the hotel there was barely room to set up my folding crate and Mummy zipped it shut. Three little whines and I quit and went to sleep.

Next day we arrived at our holiday house on the coast of Britanny in France. My crate went upstairs into the bedroom. Then I learned about “beach”! It was only 10 steps down a narrow path from our yard and then ½ hour long each way. Wow! This was paradise! Run, run, run on the wet sand. Retrieve my water toy on the sand or from the water. Climb on the rocks. Dig in the sand.

Sometimes there was even another dog to play chase with. We went once or twice every day, depending on the tide (at high tide there was no beach!) and on our program. The first day I ran away from the little waves that came towards me. The next day I could run through them and by the second week I was jumping over them to get to Mummy, up to my belly. It was so flat there that I didn’t need Grainne’s lifejacket. I had the best time ever!

 We did the markets: veggies, fish, sausages, cheese, fruits. Mummy and Daddy raved about the figs and artichokes. I liked the pâtes from the supermarkets best. We did landscape sites like the trembling stone and the pink granite coast.

Sometimes we picnicked and sometimes we ate out; all restaurants accepted my lovely, well-behaved self. Then back to the BEACH! Every evening Mummy tortured me with a brush and comb so I didn’t get mats from the salt water.

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