For the past 2 years, I have spent all my vacations with dogs, and every summer I have been to Summer Camp with other dog lovers.
My everyday life includes a lot of dogs, whether it's with fun, walks, training or volunteering. I love it, it gives me good energy, and my dogs are a high priority.
An old agreement with a dear friend had started to come into play, and suddenly we had planned a vacation to Morocco, without dogs!
I was a little skeptical about the concept, without dogs. My daughter was so sweet to offer to babysit, which gave me some peace of mind. She loves dogs as much as I do, and I had no doubt for a second that it would be fine.
Some say that planning is half the experience. My planning was a little different than my friend's. I filled the food pantry, the treat tin, bought dog bags, put out the vet's number and made sure my daughter knew where everything was. The day before we left, I thought that the smallest dog might be in heat and would have to find panties and pads.
The day of the trip was approaching, and I had almost come to terms with the fact that the dogs would stay home and that it wouldn't be about them for a whole week.
I'm almost embarrassed to admit it, but as soon as I got on the plane, the dogs were out of my mind and all my energy was directed towards Morocco and the exciting adventure that lay ahead.
For 8 days I lived without obligations and spontaneity, I only enjoyed taking care of myself. I could get up when I wanted, I could stay out as long as I wanted, and I could go straight to bed at night.
I didn't look for dogs on the street, and I didn't miss my dogs. I have to admit that the feeling of being independent suited me wonderfully. I slowed down completely and let the experiences fill me up day by day.
When the time came to turn my nose towards Denmark, I had absorbed a lot of energy from the vibrant life of Marrakesh and from the stalls in the Medina. From the sand dunes of the Sahara and the dromedaries between the trees, and from the date groves and crystals of the Atlas Mountains.
Back home I was greeted by 3 wagging dogs, almost unable to contain themselves with joy. My heart melted and filled with warmth.
The smallest dog had come into heat, and the treats had been eaten. Fortunately, the vet had not been visited, but the gas gauge was at the bottom (read: the dogs had been on walks).
My everyday life includes a lot of dogs again. I get up early again, adjust to a life with dogs, and go to bed only after the late night walk – and I love it.
About blogger: Ea Bagge
Ea has 3 female dogs, Honey, 11 years old, Luna, 2 years old and Maggie, 9 weeks old. Her oldest dog is a dachshund mix that she brought home from her time in Greenland. The other two are cocker mixes with duracell batteries. Ea trains Nose Work with all her dogs, it is a fantastic activity/sport. Luna is environmentally trained and socially trained from an early age, as she will hopefully one day be used as a pedagogical "tool".
Is it possible to go on holiday without a dog?
For the past 2 years, I have spent all my vacations with dogs, and every summer I have been to Summer Camp with other dog lovers.
My everyday life includes a lot of dogs, whether it's with fun, walks, training or volunteering. I love it, it gives me good energy, and my dogs are a high priority.
An old agreement with a dear friend had started to come into play, and suddenly we had planned a vacation to Morocco, without dogs!
I was a little skeptical about the concept, without dogs. My daughter was so sweet to offer to babysit, which gave me some peace of mind. She loves dogs as much as I do, and I had no doubt for a second that it would be fine.
Some say that planning is half the experience. My planning was a little different than my friend's. I filled the food pantry, the treat tin, bought dog bags, put out the vet's number and made sure my daughter knew where everything was. The day before we left, I thought that the smallest dog might be in heat and would have to find panties and pads.
The day of the trip was approaching, and I had almost come to terms with the fact that the dogs would stay home and that it wouldn't be about them for a whole week.
I'm almost embarrassed to admit it, but as soon as I got on the plane, the dogs were out of my mind and all my energy was directed towards Morocco and the exciting adventure that lay ahead.
For 8 days I lived without obligations and spontaneity, I only enjoyed taking care of myself. I could get up when I wanted, I could stay out as long as I wanted, and I could go straight to bed at night.
I didn't look for dogs on the street, and I didn't miss my dogs. I have to admit that the feeling of being independent suited me wonderfully. I slowed down completely and let the experiences fill me up day by day.
When the time came to turn my nose towards Denmark, I had absorbed a lot of energy from the vibrant life of Marrakesh and from the stalls in the Medina. From the sand dunes of the Sahara and the dromedaries between the trees, and from the date groves and crystals of the Atlas Mountains.
Back home I was greeted by 3 wagging dogs, almost unable to contain themselves with joy. My heart melted and filled with warmth.
The smallest dog had come into heat, and the treats had been eaten. Fortunately, the vet had not been visited, but the gas gauge was at the bottom (read: the dogs had been on walks).
My everyday life includes a lot of dogs again. I get up early again, adjust to a life with dogs, and go to bed only after the late night walk – and I love it.
About blogger: Ea Bagge
Ea has 3 female dogs, Honey, 11 years old, Luna, 2 years old and Maggie, 9 weeks old. Her oldest dog is a dachshund mix that she brought home from her time in Greenland. The other two are cocker mixes with duracell batteries. Ea trains Nose Work with all her dogs, it is a fantastic activity/sport. Luna is environmentally trained and socially trained from an early age, as she will hopefully one day be used as a pedagogical "tool".