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Our Trip to Norfolk

Jack in the dunes

Well, since Jack wrote all about our last holiday to Wales and kept casting aspersions on my character, I have decided that I will write about our latest trip.

Mum decided we needed another holiday, and found a lovely place in Norfolk with bungalows right on the beach that welcome dogs (even two large greyhounds). The drive was long, but we stopped on the way there for a short break, which is always confusing, because after several hours in the back of a van, when the doors are finally opened you expect something a little more exciting than a strip of grass at the motorway services.

Anyway when we finally arrived we briefly explored the bungalow before heading for the beach. After a quick run we came back and all laid on a duvet outside in the sun, which was great because I slowly stretched out further and further until Mum and Jack were on the grass and I had the whole duvet to myself. While we were all snoozing in the sun Dad turned up. He came down separately as he had to go to the place called work and could only stay for one night, but we were very excited to see him.

Poor George resting his poorly paw

Mum and Jack went down to the beach again but I was quite happy to stay at the bungalow with Dad as I had dislocated my toe the previous week and was still not doing too much exercise. It was at around this time that I discovered something wonderful. Although we never get on the furniture at home, the sofa here was made of a lovely fabric that I later found out is called velour. I kept going over to the sofa and leaning against it as it felt so nice, and then when no one was looking I quickly popped up and lay down. As soon as Mum got back from her walk with Jack I curled up as small as I could and hung my bandaged leg off the side of the sofa and tried to look a little bit sad. Unfortunately Mum immediately made me get off, so I limped very slowly back to my own bed which was all part of the master plan for sofa domination.

Mum and Dad went out to dinner at a local pub that night which was the perfect opportunity to spend a bit more time on the lovely sofa. I rearranged all the cushions but jumped off when I heard them coming back, so I don't think they had any idea as I looked really innocent when they asked who had been rearranging the sofa cushions. Jack was asleep on his back at the time, but I am still sure they thought it was him.

George, Jack and Jet

The following day Dad left, and another woman came to visit with her greyhound. He was called Jet and apparently he had been one of Mum's old foster dogs, but that was before I came along. Jack remembered him though, and so they rushed off outside to do lots of barking and silly running on the beach. Mum also made me come along despite the fact I was casting longing glances at the sofa.

After Mum's friend and Jet left I got back on the sofa again and curled up very small so there was still plenty of room for Mum, and this time she didn't kick me off, so we spent a lovely evening watching TV and eating chocolate biscuits.

The next day was very windy and cold so mum loaded us in the car and drove off to look for somewhere a little less exposed than the beach to walk. We parked up in the car park of a local steam train, and went on the platform to have a look. I wasn't keen as it made lots of noise and I was a bit scared of all of the clouds of smoke, but then a nice man called the station master came to pat me, so that was OK.

George hobbling on the beach

We set off walking along the side of the railway through some nice fields, but after a while I was tired and kept stopping and holding up my paw because I think Mum forgot that it was still a bit sore. When we reached the next station we went up onto the platform and Mum bought us all tickets and said we could ride back on the train. I wasn't too sure but we had a carriage all to ourselves and it was quite a way back from the noisy engine part of the train, so I got on with Mum and Jack. The train was a funny thing as it didn't have any glass in the windows (not like a car at all) but Jack was thrilled and rode the whole way back with his head out the window. I still wasn't too sure so I just stood next to Mum and had lots of cuddles. When we got back Mum bought us all ice creams.

After that I spent most of the rest of the holiday on the lovely sofa, until it was time to go home. It was a great holiday and Mum has said we can go back again, and maybe next time we will go with Jack and Oscar who are two lurchers owned by Mum's friend Caroline. Although I think this sounds great because I really like Jack and Oscar, I am a little worried about having to share the sofa with Auntie Caroline and her dogs. I hope they like to sit on the floor, or I am happy if one of them wants to have my dog bed. I must remember to practise looking small and sad before our next trip.

Now I know that those of you who have read of my previous adventures will now be thinking that I permanently have one or the other of my legs bandaged due to injury, and I have to say this does seem to be the case. Please don't think thought that this is a bad thing, as injuries involve lots of fuss, sympathy, trips to the vet, and treats all of which I love. So if I have to sacrifice the occasional run then I would say it is certainly worth it.

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