Living a dog’s best life. As travellers’ dogs, you travel lustily. You won’t hear us complaining.

This month, the trip went south.
It was not too southern; it was no dog’s life there with those blood-sniffing temperatures.

A week before departure, the couch in the camper was already ours to lie on. Laying in a bit in advance. And making sure we’re on board, they’ll leave without…
We were looking forward to Basque beauties and Portuguese dustbins to pee against.