On my hols

So I'm on holiday which is something that means you sit in a car for a long time are we there yet? Are we there yet ...  you get my drift.

And now we are there. There is a place with a huge garden where I can run and run.
There is a place with new people who think I'm very cute.
There is a place where Mum keeps leaving me to go to some place to talk about ... (shrugs, wait can I shrug?)... well to talk about things called 'books'.

And it's been very fun.

Did you know in Glazebury (a place near Hay on Wye) Mum says ... well in this place with the funny name though not as funny as the place I live Clwt Y Bont ... well (what was I saying?) ... oh yeah, I learned that even in places in Glazebury food can fall out of the sky in kitchens, how about that, eh?

So while my mum is knackered and keeps dozing off from all this walking she does in the day without me, I thought I would Blog to tell you The Dog With The Blog is officially on holiday.
I am there.

It's hard being on holiday ...