Pokio Goes on Holiday

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Pokio goes on holiday

The previous adventures of Pokio can be found here.

Sometimes Mummy goes back to England to visit her family in London. She can’t take me with her because I am too big to travel in the cabin of the plane and she doesn’t want to put me in the cargo hold. I don’t much fancy going in the cargo hold either! So I go on holiday as well. Mummy thinks I don’t know what is happening but as soon as she starts packing her suitcase, I know something is afoot. She can’t fool me.

Mummy takes me to the Crete Dog Hotel. I like Peter at the Dog Hotel. As soon as Mummy opens the car door I run straight over to him. He says I am a scamp but a real character. They let me run around in the garden while they sort out the business side of things, then Mummy disappears before I realise she has gone. I do miss Mummy when I am in the hotel but I am too busy nosing out all the interesting new smells. There is lots of space for me to run and let off steam and I have playtime four times a day.

I am not too keen on sleeping in a kennel but, apart from that, it is quite good fun being at the Dog Hotel. The kennels are kept warm in the winter and cool in the summer so I am quite comfortable. I don’t have to be on a lead all the time I am there and I get lots of games because Peter has no more than ten dogs at a time. We play with tennis balls and Peter hides so I have to try and find him.

Sometimes I get a bit bored with that so I wander off and do my own thing until he comes out of hiding. He thinks I am being a bit thick but it is all part of the plan! The ladies who help him are very nice as well and they all make a fuss of me.

Sometimes when I stay I make friends with the dog in the kennel next door. The first time I stayed, I was a bit upset at being left alone so I destroyed my bed. After that, Peter told Mummy to leave my own bed at home and I could use one of his duvets. I was very naughty last time I stayed because my friend and I destroyed a duvet between us. We were only playing but we got a bit carried away!

The food is good at the Dog Hotel and I get lots of small treats, but not enough to make me fat. I do like my food. Peter is very fussy about what he feeds his guests. He says I am the customer; Mummy just pays the bill!

Of course, even though I have fun on holiday, I am always very pleased to see Mummy when she comes to collect me. I know she misses me too because I always get lots of cuddles.

This is a guest post by Marilyn Drawwater. Want to write for us? Visit www.dogstodaymagazine.co.uk/essay-submission or email editorial@dogstodaymagazine.co.uk

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