Holiday Part 1

When I was in sixth form we took Tilly on her first ever “proper” holiday to Wales, where she enjoyed a week full of exciting castle visits and long walks on the beach.

It was one of the only occasions which Tilly slept over at another house, and this was an interesting experience. Normally try as I might I could never convince Tilly to sleep on the end of my bed, when I was younger I was desperate for her to sleep in my room with me. Tilly liked to sleep in the kitchen on her bed or in her crate, though she wouldn’t say no to sleeping on the sofa in the sitting room either. On holiday, no doubt because she was in a strange unknown place, she would not under any circumstances stay alone in the corridor at night. She had to sleep on my parent’s bed, where they would wake up hanging out either side of the bed with Tilly spread eagled down the centre. She sure could take up a lot of space for such a small dog! She could not sleep in my room because of the rug on the floor. This rug was a shaggy, green rectangle which was the exact shade of freshly mown grass and was also a similar texture. Tilly was utterly convinced that this rug was in fact grass and was there as her own personal wee stop. Every time we went into the house she would race to this room and attempt to wee on this rug before I rugby tackled her and took her outside to alleviate herself. For this simple reason I had to keep this door shut at all times and under no circumstances was she able to sleep with me!