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Holland – A day out at the beach.. Potcake style

Monday, October 15th, 2007

the girls and I are practicing our survivalist techniques.. I thought I’d start easy..
we went on a nature walk in the dunes and beach on sunday it was wonderful weather..

step one we took the bus. with one bus change.. their first bus ride! even though it was sunday it was packed due to the good weather.. they handled it very well and lots of people especially the older generation ladies petted them and told them how lovely they were.. I get quite a few comments about how pretty their heads are..

all was going well.. so we stopped at a restaurant for a waffle with warm cherries and slag room.. I needed the toilet so tied the girls to the table and happily went to the toilet.. when I came out the restaurant seemed a bit quiet and people were staring at me.. I saw this big puddle on the floor.. and immediately a bit mortified thought one of them might have had a pee.. if only.. one of them had jumped out at the waitress and she spilled all the stuff on her tray.. and some very hot coffee on herself too.. she had red mark on her tummy from it.. I cant tell you .. I appologised profusely and ate my waffle at the speed of light and tipped the waitress 10 euros for my 7.25 meal! and apologised again.. I dont think we are welkom at the zeeschelp now.. perhaps they are not quite restaurant ready yet!

I thought ok.. maybe I should have gone to church instead.. but lets continue..

we had a great walk but they must have been a bit excited because they had poo after poo after poo.. 3 apiece.. I only brought six baggies.. theyd already had a poo that morning ..I was quickly running out of baggies.. but thankfully found some more later on in the walk

we were on the beach and it was quite buzy with lots of people and dogs .. and Cleo and tarpi were just so happy running/haring around.. playing with other dogs not causing any trouble just playing and sniffing… they lovelove the beach..

then cleo.. kept drinking seawater so she was pretty thirsty so I found a way to give her water and she drank ALOT..

as we got closer to scheveningen .. and the beach is starting to look a bit more crowded.. all of a sudden in the middle of groups of happy sunbathers.. cleo has a bout of diahorea.. you should have seen the look on their faces.. the look on mine.. I tried to pick it all up.. but it wasnt a 30 second poo.. it was a meandering straining 2 minute poo.. there was a splatty trail across the sand..
then cleo redeemed herself a bit .. because she likes to do a little skip, hop and a jump.. a sort of happy dance after a poo and there was a ripple of laughter from the sunbathers.. and then she topped it off by wiping her bottom on the sand.. more giggles..

then we got to the trams/busses and for some reason chose for the bus..

all is going well.. then half way to the station.. cleo threw up.. not just a any throw up.. all liquid and all down from the middle to nearly the front of the bus.. we managed to stop it reaching the driver at the front with a newspaper and magazines.. from a lovely passenger.. 5 minutes later.. I was thinking maybe I should get off early in case she is sick again.. before I could press the buzzer .. she threw up again…. this time we couldnt stop streams of it reaching the driver.. now the whole floor was swimming with sick. from the middle to the front of the bus.. . I spoke to bus driver and apologized profusely asking what I could do to put it right .. but he was young and I think this is the first time something like this happened to him.. he seemed very happy when I buzzed to stop to let me out.. at the stop two well dressed gentlemen got on and the bus driver told them they were welcome to come in but the bus zit vol van sick.. the look on their faces.. the floor swimming.. at that point I started laughing crying.. I laughed with tears all the way to the station.. when I think about it now I start laughing/crying again. :) I think I better not show my face on the number 22 for a while..

boy am I glad I did not pick the packed tram.. and chose for the nearly empty bus.. (even though the tram came earlier and was just sitting there while I was waiting for the bus).. anyway

Lots of Love