We had such a fantastic weekend! Mum and dad drove for miles to take us camping near the beach, the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky and the camping ground was empty! You beauty!
When we go camping, we get to go for a run 3 times a day or more, because dad wants to have a go at fishing to catch fish for dinner. It's so wonderful to feel the sand between my toes and be able to charge around the beach at top speed running around after Chico, no boundaries at all! What an absolute pleasure!
So many campsites allow us to join in the fun, as long as we are kept under control, keep quiet and someone picks our poo up, we are most welcome - especially at quiet times - not at Christmas though.. (Can you imagine camping with 700 hounds at Christmas time - I think not!)
Dad's a great fisherman, religiously he goes out every day to try and catch us some food for mealtimes.. Unfortunately because of all the rain recently he didn't even get a bite, but we met some fellow campers who had been out on their boat, who kindly offered us heaps of freshly caught shark meat!! Lovely big chunky flakes of fish - too delicious! We love our food!