So the humans decided that they wanted a day trip to Clovelly, so poo bags and gravy bones at the ready, off we trotted with the humans fighting over which one would hold the lead (whoever holds the lead, picks the poop!)
The steep cobblestone streets down to the village work better for us four-legged animals as we balance better, than the humans.
It would seem that us dogs are quite welcomed in Clovelly, as there were lots of water bowls along the route to help quench our thirst and many of the nice smelling places that sell food (best keep the humans happy) allow us dogs too.
Being made to wait outside whilst the humans stuff their faces and we don’t get anything is not allowed.
Should you decide that you need to do your business whilst being there, there are a few poop bins around but that is the human’s job to hold onto that little package for a while and not mine.
The beach at the bottom is pebbled but as has plenty of space for me to run around like a crazy animal with tongue hanging out and hair like I have been dragged through a hedge backwards!
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