The weekend before last, we decided to take Bungle on a late night trip in the car for a cheeky KFC (for us not him, he’d just finished his Kibble, Tuna and Egg dinner). He had his head out of the window the whole way there, through the drive through and back home, and seemed to be loving it… right up until Sunny caught a glimpse in the wing mirror of him throwing up down the side of the car (and probably onto the one behind…). We didn’t really know how bad it was until we parked up, got out and surveyed the car’s brand new kibble, tuna and egg pebble-dashed back end. So yeah, Bungle’s allowed out and about now, but taking him in the car is risky. But, on Sunday the weather was so lovely that we decided to risk it for a biscuit and drive him to Porthkerry Park in Barry. 🙂
I never realised how massive a place it is. Tucked off a residential street; the park sprawls right down to the beach with walks splintering off through fields, across streams and into the woods. It’s made for dogs (and people who love dog watching 🙂 ). The perfect place to spend a Sunday with a picnic or a barbecue – and there’s so much space there that you’ll never feel cramped out.
We stopped in the cafe for lunch (which is totally dog-friendly) and Bungle made friends with Max the pug…
…And then snogged down a cup of dog friendly frozen yoghurt.
…And he managed to keep it down on the drive back. Phew!
Way back in December (bloody hell, that seems like a really long time ago!) I posted some pictures from a Boxing Day walk along the beach in Barry – and how the whole of South Wales and its dog (literally) had turned up to do exactly the same thing. One of the reasons we love heading to Barry Island is because it’s the best place to go cute dog spotting. We’d walk across the beach, stop for chips and watch the dogs running across the sand and talk about some distant future where we’d have our own dog.
Well, last week we finally joined the Barrybados Dog Squad and took our very real ball of fluff for his first trip to the beach 🙂
Honestly, the first few weeks of puppy parent-hood were really tough. We knew it was going to hard, but nothing prepared us for just how hard. He wasn’t officially allowed outside on proper walks until last week, which pretty much meant a month’s worth of house arrest for all of us. A month of being trapped in one room with a monster ball of fur zooming around the kitchen table, eating anything and everything, ripping up puppy pads, chewing on toes (puppy teeth, man… yeouch!), and acting like an alarm clock at 5.30am. I couldn’t wait to go outside again, and our release date just so happened to fall right at the start of the Easter holidays.
The toughest part of being outside – aside from the fact that he wants to eat everything – is that he wants to be friends with everyone. He’ll charge across roads, across beaches and fields just to say hello to that little girl he noticed playing with a ball, that lady jogging, or that bloke cleaning his car. He’s shaping up to be the world’s friendliest dog 🙂
Dogs are allowed on the beach on Barry Island until May 1st – so get down there while you still can!