You can imagine my panic, when I pulled up to the caravan park late on Wednesday night to find a caravan with cream carpets, perfect wooden furniture and a spotless cream sofa! I was beside myself. 'There must be some mistake,' I thought, checking the name of the caravan on the plaque outside. 'This caravan is far too nice to accept dogs.' Still pondering this, I looked up just in time to see Gemma squat and do a wee on the cream carpet! We can't have been there more than a minute. Thank goodness I thought to bring stain and odor remover in case an incident occurred!
Caesar took to chewing his toy rather than the furniture!
Aside from the odd bit of sand and an unavoidable muddy paw print here and there, the caravan remained unscathed for the entire time of our visit. Perhaps even more miraculously, despite the fact that Caesar quickly taught himself how to open the caravan doors, he decided to use his skills for good instead of evil and having granted himself access to the kitchen, decided to return to bed. On the final day, as Damien prepared the caravan for our departure and I drove off to find a garage to fix the car, Caesar decided to get a breath of fresh air and skillfully opened the main door and disappeared. Luckily, Damien found him almost immediately. He had found a patch of grass close to the static van and was sunbathing on it, blissfully unaware of the panic that he had caused!
As I helped the dogs into the car for the final time, I couldn't help hosting a mini-celebration. We had succeeded in our first caravan park holiday without Caesar doing any damage to the caravan whatsoever. Hip hip hooray!
Caesar, Gemma and I on our first ever holiday together!