Provence in a Motorhome: Day 16: It’s a Dog’s Life
Woof, woof! I asked the oldies if I could write today’s blog and they agreed, so let’s do this.
Today started well in the forest. We are currently in a municipal campsite in Provence in a motorhome, Knigel. Daddy and I went for a walk and found a skate park, Daddy fancies himself as a bit of a skater, so in we went for a go. It was brilliant fun running up the quarter pipe and running back down. I think I could be a skater if they bought me a board.
Back for breakfast – my usual order. Then these strange vehicles came off the back of Knigel. They had two wheels and one of them had this red carriage attached – clearly for a princess of some sort.
I quickly learnt that princess was me, oh no, it looked scary. I tried running to Mommy with my tail between my legs and my best “woe is me” face, but it didn’t work (first time ever!). Daddy put treats in the carriage and I fell for it, next thing I know there’s wind in my face and I’m bumping along. It was bumpier than the carriage on water from the other day (see Mommy’s blog from Gorge du Verdon here) and I couldn’t do a Kate Winslet, Titanic impression.
After a few trial runs, we all set off. I sat in the carriage looking at Mommy, who was on two wheels behind me, thinking that she would save me – oh no she did not, although I did get lots of my favourite treats.
Mommy and Daddy bought my carriage from Amazon, here’s a link to it….
Provence in a Motorhome: Sault
We arrived at a village, I think it might be called Sault. It was pretty with lots of lavender smelling things around. I think that it would be nice to smell like lavender all the time but then I see fox poo and think maybe it’s better to smell of that so I roll in it.
We wondered about, Daddy was trying to find wifi and announced that France is the worst place on earth to get wifi. Is it really Daddy, maybe Outer Mongolia would be more difficult? Who knows, I’m just a dog.
Off we went again on the carriage. I think it was harder on the way back as Mommy and Daddy looked tired. There was a section where we went really quickly and the wind was in my face, I loved that bit.
Our Provence in a Motorhome
Back to the forest and I’m pretty happy with my day so I go and collect sticks to celebrate. Apparently they aren’t allowed in Knigel – like he’s too posh to have a stick!?!
I made friends with the German man next door and tried to make friends with the French people but got shouted at for wondering off – I’m just a social butterfly, why don’t they get that?
Then, my nice day came to an end……..Daddy forced me into the shower, oh how I wish I hadn’t wished to smell like lavender, it was awful, I got wet and clean. I have spent the rest of the evening writing this blog and sulking – that’ll learn ‘em.
Thanks for reading my first blog of the tour, I’m enjoying my canine career break and having lots of adrenalin experiences from water things to wheelie things, catch yas laters. Leave me a message below if you want to chat!