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In August 99 I took Mum & Dad on their first holiday since they got married, a camping trip to Dorset.
To say that they were apprehensive about me coming along is a bit of an understatement.
Later Dad told me he'd had visions of me running into someone else's tent and sauntering out with
half a cold chicken clasped between my jaws, of course, I didn't. I just lounged around like they
did and soaked up the sun, requiring the usual amounts of attention I get at home.
And I even surprised myself, for a dog that doesn't like water, Mum & Dad were really surprised by our
trip to the seaside����
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