In the Dog House (at The Pig Hotel)

Since I have been on the road, I thought about a trip I took last year when my little tyke friend, Sasha was in London.  It is almost a year to the date when we went to the New Forest and stayed at The Pig Hotel.DSC04242

The Pig Hotel

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Mummy and I were put in The Dog House. No, I didn’t do anything naughty. I just fitted the description, I suppose.

It was lovely out there and I got to run around a bit and there were some photo ops.

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Little Tyke and I got into some adventures …

IMG_4030We were in a bath together – little tyke being “He-man” and I looked on wondering what is he doing?

IMG_4138See how high I can jump.

DSC04237Now we’re in a pushcart pretending we’re going somewhere.

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Walking amidst the lavender outside our cottages.

DSC04207BFF – Snuggling up

May’s comment: The Pig in Brockenhurt is a restaurant with rooms.  It has its own garden where they grow their own food and whatever they don’t grow, they find the food ingredients from a 25-mile radius.  It’s a bit shabby chic but it’s lovely.

IMG_4121A pig in my Cappucino

IMG_4137My two favourite friends

We went to the sister hotel – Limewood Hotel for dinner one night – because we know the chef, Luke Holder. It was absolutely foodie heaven. But no dogs allowed, so Darcy stayed at The Pig Hotel while we dined.  She wasn’t so happy.

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IMG_4083Champagne and charcuterie – compliments form the chef

IMG_4084 IMG_4094Bangers and mash for Sasha

And Sasha learnt to say “cheers!”

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