Dogs on holiday

Now, where were we? That's right, we'd been glamping. I realise I haven't blogged about the night after glamping where we went to Weston Super Mare.
I will blog about that soon because I have to tell you about the OAP coach trip outing and the hen party in the hotel. And the scary lift. And I totally will do that- but first I must show you this!
We went to Ireland and here are some of the dogs I met:

There was this dog

And this dog- this dog looks quite posh I think.

And the posh dog had a friend who didn't trust anybody. 

 This dog was doing his own thing

Then there was this dog who was  THE BEST DOG OF HOLIDAY because he is a Standing Up In The Sea Dog and he has a best friend who was also a dog

Then there was this cat who wasn't a dog but thought he lived in the hotel because he was too ridiculous

And finally there was this squirrel who wasn't a dog and wasn't alive and lived in the shop where you buy typewriters and posters of Our Lady appearing to people and other stuff like plates and a weird jug. No, I don't know either. I have not a bloody clue 

And that is all the dogs I saw on holiday. Thank you.