Back to the old den.
Last weekend my Mum and Dad started to pack up all of my things. Now for any puppy this is stressful, but for me I know it means a trip... a long trip. I had become use to the five day home time and then a long trip to see my mum, but over the past few months all this had stopped and I had been getting into enjoying the long lazy days. However, my M&D did pack my stuff and then we went to the car. This time we went in the red car which is better for me to see out of, but it doesn't seem as stable as my dads car. I did feel a little ill, but not as bad as I had been as a pup. Halfway to my mums old den we stopped and picked up another person. I didn't know her, but I welcomed her as I know I should. Then my mum sat in the back with me and we continued on.

The weekend proved to be so much fun. I saw all my friends and some new ones. I had a brilliant time, but had to have a little kip in the middle of the evening gathering as a puppy has to recharge batteries at some stage. The next morning most of the pack had gone hunting, but my dad took me on a long walk. I saw all my old places, the big green, the hill above all the buildings and the river. It was lots of fun and I hope we will go back again soon, but I wish I didn't have that long trip. We came back to the main den that evening. I like coming back to the den. I know everything here and it's my place. Still, I do like seeing my pack too.

Life is always a little mad for a pup.

Ah well, a puppy has to do these things to keep up with the pack.