The Week Mummy Went to Lanzarote
Well, it finally happened. Mummy packed her suitcase, kissed us on the nose, and headed off to Lanzarote for a week of sunshine. Apparently, dogs aren’t allowed on planes unless they’re tiny enough to fit in handbags, and since neither of us fit that category, we were left behind.
But don’t worry, we weren’t alone. We got to stay with Auntie Nikki and Uncle Adam, and to be honest, it turned out rather lovely. A bit confusing at first, new smells, new sofa rules (or lack of them), but we soon settled in and made ourselves quite at home.
Rosie the Master Con Artist
Now, Rosie has always had a talent for getting her own way, but she really outdid herself this time. Mummy had left clear instructions: breakfast and tea only. Two meals. Simple.
Auntie Nikki, however, didn’t stand a chance. By mid-morning, Rosie had perfected her “I haven’t eaten for weeks” face. The result? Scrambled eggs and rice for lunch, every day. Apparently, it’s hard to say no when she sits by the kitchen door looking faint.
To complete the act, Rosie would sigh dramatically after finishing her bowl, just to make sure everyone knew how tough life was. If Oscar awards were given to dogs, she’d have one on the mantelpiece.
Walkies (Sort Of)
Walking with Uncle Adam started off well. We both set off full of enthusiasm, tails wagging, leads jingling. But halfway round the block, Rosie decided that was quite enough. She sat down, gave him the look, and refused to budge.
And that’s how Uncle Adam ended up carrying her home. We’re not sure who looked more embarrassed, Rosie, being cradled like a baby, or Adam, getting sympathetic smiles from passing strangers.
Looby’s Early Morning Antics
Then there’s Looby Loo. Normally, she’s the sensible one. But for reasons known only to her, she decided 6am was the perfect time to start the day. Every day.
Auntie Nikki tried reasoning with her, explaining that wake-ups should start with a 7 or, ideally, an 8. Looby nodded politely, then at 6.02 the next morning, decided to host a one-dog party.
She got another talking-to after that. Auntie Nikki said if she tried it again, she’d be sent off to the train station with a gravy bone sandwich and a note saying “Please look after this dog.”
The Night of the Fireworks
To top it all off, Diwali fireworks lit up the sky one evening. Looby hated every minute, ears down, shaking like a leaf, so she curled up tight and got extra cuddles until she finally drifted off to sleep. Rosie, meanwhile, snored through the whole thing. Typical.
Home Again
When Mummy came back, we gave her the welcome of her life, wagging tails, happy squeaks, and a few indignant glances for leaving us behind. But between you and us, we had quite the adventure.
After all, not every dog gets scrambled eggs for lunch, early morning dance parties, and bedtime cuddles all in one week.