It's a dog's lifeSavvy Chocolate Labrador's dogblog

From my rear view I can see we are travelling along the motorway in torrential rain, so boring I’ll have a nap.

Car stops, getting excited again; perhaps I should have a whinge?  Yes, I must do that, surely it’s my lunch time, they never feed me by the way, well they can’t do as I’m always hungry.

They’re leaving me; they’re walking away from the car towards a service station. Right, need to keep a look out and make sure everyone knows I am Head of Security, no don’t come near the car, I’ll bark at you.

After I don’t know how long, it’s my turn.  Food, I’ll have some of that, no, no water thank you.  On lead, heading for a doggie area and I know what I must do here as she’s holding a poop bag, well they can wait.  There are lots of good smells, I shall oblige in my own time.  Having said that, not sure about the rain, perhaps I shall get a move on then I can get back into the car where it’s nice and warm.  Yes, please, I’ll have a drink of water now.  Oh, bottled, so they forgot my water container did they?

Off we go again, still raining, still on the motorway.  Time for another snooze then I’ll be ready for the next stop.

I wonder where we’re going, its taking ages, are we nearly there yet?

Another stop, another pee break and it’s still raining.

What on earth is that?  I can see water, hey water, water, can I have a swim?  Big cranes and big boats. Not seen anything like this before; they tell me it is a port.

Now they are leaving me again and going into a building.  They are taking my passport which has a very nice picture of me in it.  Upon their return they tell me that the lady in the ticket office who checked my passport said that one owner actually put a sailors hat and a scarf on their dog and took its photograph for the passport, though a photo is not mandatory just optional.  Why couldn’t I have a hat?

Join a queue of cars; surely we are not going in there, up the ramp and into that dark hole in the boat.  Oh yes we are, no we have been stopped because we have a sign in the window with a picture of a dog on it.  We are now going up the ramp all on our own and no other vehicles are allowed on yet; am I that much of a risk?  My turn to get out, where am I, lots of metal and a smell of cars?  A man is waving at me, oh I’d better jump up and say hello.  Not sure about this, no I am not going in that little cage, no, no, there was no need to shove me like that.  I’m locked in, she’s not happy, but they’re leaving me.  And what’s this on the floor, newspaper and it’s not even the Telegraph.  Better go to sleep.  They are letting all the other cars on now I am secure in this horrible little cage.

I can hear engines, thud, thud, thud, and everywhere seems to be moving.  I don’t know what time it is, I’m sure it must be my dinner time, but as I’ve said they never feed me.  I have water here, but I shall not drink it, I might need a pee and there’s nowhere to have one; I can just about stand up and turn around – perhaps they’ll be back soon.  I’ll have another nap, surely they won’t be long?

The engines have stopped.  They’ve got to be back soon, I am definitely hungry and I want a pee; it’s been hours since I last had one, still must hold on a bit longer.  So where are we?

To be continued…