The Will and mum have started their holidays as of today. We’re going camping.
I’m all packed and ready to go. I’ve got my Sock Monkey Bed, a couple of deer antlers, my cooling vest & leashes and a bag of food all packed.
I love camping all the smells and all the food! I can’t wait.
Wait, what’s this? A letter to Uncle with Pug-care instructions? Why does Uncle need to know how to take care of me? Is he coming camping too?
I don’t understand.