I\u2019m going on holiday, I\u2019m going on holiday, I\u2019m going on holiday. I really am. This isn\u2019t a pretend holiday where I go to see Mackensey whilst my master and mistress go somewhere else but a real holiday where I get to go with them. I know I went last year when they took the children to the Ardennes, but that didn\u2019t go according to plan as it rained all week and I had an argument with a Jack Russell. This time I am going to stay in some hotels and go to the South of France as well. I\u2019m so excited. It will mean quite a bit of time in the car, but I\u2019m used the that. The only problem with travelling is that I get bad breath, so I had better get my mistress to get some of the special chews that deal with that, and I shall want some games to play with in the car and maybe a couple of magazines and some sweets. I\u2019m going to need a bucket and spade and some swimming trunks and of course my own beach mat, with lots of padding so the pebbly bits aren\u2019t uncomfortable. We had better pack lots of food and of course my frisby. I\u2019m just bursting with excitement even though it is ages until we go.<\/p>\n
After all that excitement I had to content myself with staying at home yesterday whilst everyone else went to a place called Mechelen. Why did they think I wouldn\u2019t want to go? To be fair it was raining and I don\u2019t actually like going out in the rain but the point was I wanted to be invited. I don\u2019t like being left out. It is like the time my mistress leaves the back door open when I go outside. I stay outside and don\u2019t want to come in. If she closes it after me, I feel pushed out and just sit outside the door until she opens it again. I know it isn\u2019t logical, but it is no different to people. If you feel wanted it gives you the freedom to do other things. If you don\u2019t feel wanted you get all clingy.<\/p>\n
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