We went to a place called Nanaimo. This is a park we stopped at for me to explore.
There was lots of water....
...and there is always time for Tim Hortons!!!
Time for a nap in the car as the Guys drive me down to Victoria. Nobody took me up on my offer to do some of the driving.
Here I at Beacon Hill Park in Victoria. There were a lot of other dogs for me to have a "meet and greet". The Guys were grumbling about other people not keeping the dogs on leashes like they are supposed to, so I was proud to be wearing my leash.
We went down to the water, and I was a brave boy when it came to going into the waves. Honest. You will just have to take my word for it.
I found a big, long, slimy "stick" to take with me as a souvenir, but I wasn't allowed to bring it home. Honestly, some times I just don't get humans at all!!
We checked into a hotel, which was nice, but didn't have a yard for me to run around in. I will be sure to suggest that the Guys try harder next time. Rick, Lambie and I had a quick, pick me up nap.
Supper was a take-out pizza that was eaten while watching a cricket match. The Guys were not much help in explaining the game to me, but I did get the chance to almost retrieve one of the balls that was hit my way. I don't think they want dogs playing cricket. Their loss. The pizza was good!!
Here is someone doing something to a very unhappy cat. Stangely enough, the sound kind of stirred something deep in my soul. Perhaps the music of a long ago ancestral calling. Perhaps the loneliness of some barren Irish landscape filled with a lone, haunting refrain. Or, it could have been the pizza acting up. Whatever it was, it was better than the french horn player on the causeway who tried to shorten my life by blasting her horn just as I was passing.
And so....to bed.
We walked around the downtown of Victoria all morning, visiting shops and seeing the sights. Lunch was at the Irish Times, named in my honour, I assume. The people there were nice enough, although they insisted on caging the Guys while they ate. I got to visit with all the people who passed by, and they were all very nice and complimentary, although none of them brought any treats. Pity.
Like any visitor, I had to have tea at the Empress - oh, sorry, I actually had a pee at the Empress. The Guys each went into the hotel as well for a few minutes. I wonder if they had tea, or if they were following my lead. I have an opinion that I will keep to myself.
Our final stop before heading home on the ferry. It is called Roger's Chocolate, and it must hold some magical spell over the Guys as they disappeared into it every time we passed it. Seemed to me that sometimes they intentionally went there. Whatever its hold over them, they seemed happy, but not willing to share, saying something about my own good. I guess I am flattered.
I can't wait for the next road trip. It was great!
