Silver tops still wandering

Meet Mrs. Russell. AKA Suzie Mk. 2. Our 4 year old rotten, ragged, rescued, ridiculously ruined Jack Russell Terrier. She has more faces than a town hall clock, has little dog, big attitude syndrome and a personality that leaves us delighting and despairing in equal measure. She really believes she rules the world!

She was most affronted to be left behind on my recent inter-railing adventure and so has made herself completely indispensable by actively involving herself in preparations for our road trip around France, Spain and Portugal.

P&O have finally gone a bit pet friendly. We are currently ensconced on deck 7 in the bowels of The Pride of Hull along with the freight and their drivers in a pet friendly cabin bound for Rotterdam.

She has been shown the exercise areas and is not one bit fooled by the green paint! She knows this is not grass. And as for the fake tree … well that may well serve a purpose for boy  dogs but what’s a girl to do if she can’t feel the grass under her paws?

This could be an interesting conundrum. But wait … what’s that in the corner? Fake grass. Oh joy. Perhaps she will remember all the pub ‘gardens’ where pretend grass was embarrassingly treated to a quick sprinkle. Then there was that butcher who puts his wares on display on a table outside … on fake grass … well if it is there it has to be ‘used’.

Join we three, husband mine as travelling companion and fellow Mrs. Russell staff support person,  as we wander through our vague itinerary in search of sunshine, swimming spots and new adventures.