On the last day of our holiday we visited the Tree House, part of The Alnwick Garden.
Harry was fascinated by the whole experience, especially along some of the higher walkways, where he could peer down between the cracks to the ground below. There are also a couple of suspended rope bridges, but Harry wasn’t too sure, so we didn’t push him to walk over them.
Part of the Tree House contains a restaurant and so we decided to eat there that night. We thought it was a great idea and so did Harry. He duly installed himself under the table and then went very quiet. We thought he’d gone to sleep, but when we bent down to check on him we were horrified. We suddenly realised we had a potential disaster and possible eviction on our hands. Everyone knows that dogs love sticks, and Harry had his own personal supply.
This is what Harry was faced with under the table.
We were saved by a three pice band who appeared to play some live music while we ate. Harry found the music, especially the mandolin, much more interesting than the sticks. Phew.