After we left the Guv's relatives in Essex I was "plum tuckered out", all that attention I was getting wore me out! I was very glad when we arrived at the human kennel the Guv had booked, not too far away.
As you can see it was not just a human kennel but a place where humans go to thrash little white balls around with sticks. (bought back some horrible memories that did for me, I used to get thrashed by humans with sticks in my early life in Greece before I found the Guv and the Misses). As normal I was allowed inside (I always bring my own bed), and had a good nights sleep.
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