These days we have a lovely hot weather in Denmark. My husband is away for the weekend (something about meeting friends and eating and drinking with the gents...) - and I thought Molly and I could go camping in the garden. It is 25 degrees inside, simply too hot in the nights, so I bought a little tent, took out mattresses and Mollys bed, a flash light and a Harry Potter book.
It began as fun, she loved to zip up the tent (clever dog: she learned that by herself), and she quickly abandoned her bed and preferred sleeping in my arm (baaaad dog, she is not allowed to indoors ). But she was quite un-easy, she barked every half hours when she heard something, so at midnight I decided to go indoors. We will give it another go tonight, when it is even hotter than yesterday - and here are some photos of our camping trip.
Heey - what is this???
Molly making herself comfortable. She even caught a pair of socks to smell at.
Mmmm - smells like mum's bed...
Can anybody explain why she is in my bed and not her own? Am I too soft?