Guinness here. My human promised me she would take me to camp for the weekend for a little vacation.
During the end of the week I start getting a little saucy and restless. I bark and get obnoxious. I rip up all my toys and try and get attention.
I start making demands and get into lots of trouble.
But out at camp I can stay outdoors all day and come and go as I please. Much easier on my mental health. And see this hole I am sitting in? I dug it out since I was a wee little puppy. It is my special place at camp.
I love sitting in my hole and chomping a bone--see me? It is my very favorite place. Everytime I go to camp I work on that hole and dig it out a little more each time. I have cleverly situated it in a nice central location so I can keep an eye on everything. I am not stupid you know.
So I am dreaming about my weekend where I can finally de-stress.
Look at my face---see how much more contented I am at camp? My head is swarming with all the fun things I did and all the nice adventures I went on. This is the look of a happy, occupied Guinness. That is when my human knows I have reached my happy place.
However, I can not guarantee I will be good ALL the time. The picnic table could still use some more chomping. I might have to get to work on that again.
See you next week. Love Guinness.