Today we are going to France. My owners Eddie and Maggie love France. I have never been there but my little sister Polly has. She was born in France and has her own passport. I had to have a special letter that Eddie paid a lot of money for.

We are driving to the Eurotunnel. Eddie is a bit cross. They have closed the big road called the M11 because there was a fire and it is taking a very long time to clear, so we have a nice drive through the countryside with lovely views. Eddie doesn’t think the view is nice. After a long drive, we arrive at the Eurotunnel.

There are lots and lots of cars with lots and lots of dogs. There is a problem with the tunnel because the trains are running late. I like the other dogs and try to play with them, but some are mean to me and Eddie has to keep pulling me away from them.

We go to the doggie centre and a nice man checks my expensive piece of paper. He stamps it and tells us if we drive very fast, we may just get on the next train. Although we drive quickly to the waiting area, there is a very long queue and we have to wait another long time. Eventually we drive on to the train. It feels very strange to me because the car is very still but we are moving very fast. Eddie and Maggie drink a cup of coffee and feel better. Polly is in the front seat (as usual) and I’m in the back.

After a very quick journey, we drive off the big train and go on to the French roads. They are much nicer than the British roads. After a while we arrive at an hotel. I want to sleep on the bed but I’m not allowed. I sleep on the floor beside Eddie and Polly sleeps on the bed (as usual). In the night I have a bad tummy and Maggie has to get up and clean up the bathroom floor. Poor Maggie. Eddie and Polly are snoring on the bed.

In the morning, we go for a nice walk next to the hotel and have our breakfast. Maggie and Eddie have some breakfast too, but it’s not very nice. The coffee is cold and Maggie spills it down her nice shirt. Maggie is cross.

We leave to drive on those long roads again. The weather is not too good. We drive through a big city called Paris. There are a lot of strange shaped buildings. The other drivers are very rude but Eddie stays calm and Maggie shrieks at them all.

Soon we are at a very nice hotel with cabins in the wood. I like this hotel. Maggie and Eddie like this hotel too – the wine and food are very good. Polly sleeps on the bed again.