And so it came to pass that on 21 December Prince Jake and his faithful retinue drove south. Strapped into his usual position on the back seat, Jake found himself rather higher than usual. The car was piled so high with dog blankets and other lurcher-coddling gear that he lay on his fleecy seat protector like the princess and the pea, at just the right height to lick Gussie's neck as she drove. Prince Jake was his usual dignified self in the car, and slept most of the way south, pausing only to bounce like a mad fool on the snow at Tebay.
Jake graciously received presents from his Stockport subjects, including a fancy Wittard dog bowl, and a cuddly reindeer with many squeaks. He allowed Mary to share her bed with him, and was delighted to see Stephen too, though the pack remained a distant memory, their scent wafting on the grasses at Myrelees. At Lyme Park, in hot pursuit of a labrador, Jake fell into the lake and had to pulled out by his elbows. He was none the worse for this, in fact, rather cleaner than when he fell in.
In Nottingham, Jake successfully masqueraded as the best behaved dog Gussie's mother had ever seen. We were pleased, if a little surprised. He coped dogfully with wheelchairs, toddlers, aeon-long meals, no telly, and organic beef scraps. He explored the canals near Kinoulton with Pixie the springer spaniel, found some glorious dung to roll in, then resumed his guise of Lovely Dog in a Kinoulton living room.
Best of all - getting home after a day's driving (pit stops at Borobridge, Scotch Corner & Jedburgh) to find that his home and his den were still intact. Harrison Park appears to be here still too, along with all his doggy friends.
Next stop - Gairloch!
Jake graciously received presents from his Stockport subjects, including a fancy Wittard dog bowl, and a cuddly reindeer with many squeaks. He allowed Mary to share her bed with him, and was delighted to see Stephen too, though the pack remained a distant memory, their scent wafting on the grasses at Myrelees. At Lyme Park, in hot pursuit of a labrador, Jake fell into the lake and had to pulled out by his elbows. He was none the worse for this, in fact, rather cleaner than when he fell in.
In Nottingham, Jake successfully masqueraded as the best behaved dog Gussie's mother had ever seen. We were pleased, if a little surprised. He coped dogfully with wheelchairs, toddlers, aeon-long meals, no telly, and organic beef scraps. He explored the canals near Kinoulton with Pixie the springer spaniel, found some glorious dung to roll in, then resumed his guise of Lovely Dog in a Kinoulton living room.
Best of all - getting home after a day's driving (pit stops at Borobridge, Scotch Corner & Jedburgh) to find that his home and his den were still intact. Harrison Park appears to be here still too, along with all his doggy friends.
Next stop - Gairloch!
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