You are not leaving me behind, says Mol, I am posting myself on the luggage, on my own car bed.
In fact most of our luggage pertains to her. As well as her car bed there is her proper bed, with pillow. The violet coloured fleecy blanket on top of our (single, small) suitcase is the one which we have to have to spread on our bed so she can come up and join us when we have tea in the morning (don't tell the B&B and gîte owners where we stay, at least we try to save their beds from dog hair). As well as this there is her food, bottles of water to go in the car, her bowls to eat and drink out of, her brush, her towels in case she gets wet, her ear and eye drops, pain killers in case she twists or sprains anything or gets ear-ache, her healthy treats and the carrots she has bits of when we have our early evening drink. Have I left anything out? Oh yes, car lead and two extending leads.
Anyway, she certainly enjoys it when we get there. You can tell because she does this a lot: what we call Doing a Mad Dog, which involves rolling around on her back waving her legs about and making very fearsome and gruesome noises. We respond by saying 'Have we got a Mad Dog? Mad Dog, Mad Dog!'
Other times she doesn't and the performance moves on to a new phase. But I think I've said enough.
She makes us make ourselves ridiculous, we know.
More on the trip anon.