Well our staycation planning for next year is in full waggy tail mode. It is November after all and we all need a paw-me-up when the nights get dark. Last summer we went on a road trip to the Cotswolds.
It was our last staycation before the little rascal (my dog brother Dexter) arrived. After being in the car for what felt paw-ever, I’d never been happier to see the countryside, or to receive the furiendliest welcome at my new home for the weekend – The Wild Rabbit, Kingham.
Us doggies felt like Corgi royalty when shown to our room at The Wild Rabbit, which, complete with a dog bed, water bowl and treats, made us furlegged ones feel as important as the humans.
It was exceptionally hot during the height of summer in 2018 for us doggies, with only panting and sweating through our paws to cool down, the lack of air conditioned rooms, meant the nights were a little more uncomfortable for us larger dog breeds.
Next time the humans said we’ll stay in a one of the new doggy friendly cottages at The Wild Rabbit, which will be much more relaxing for everyone. Being a fur-legged friend, we like to guard our territory and our humans. So a room next to the entrance meant we tended to welcome too many guests with a good strong bark! Much to our pawrents annoyance in the early hours!
Early Saturday morning we headed off on a pawventure to find Daylesford Organic Farm. We sniffed our way through the village onto a country farm track and then I was off, roaming my new streets, smelling what had crossed these tracks before me. We passed the market garden, then buildings labelled the ‘kitchens’ and finally stumbled across a herd of cows. They were on the moo-ve, heading out for the morning into the grassy fields. Fur-tunately they were behind a gate, or we’d have been taken out into the pasture with them. It was the pawfect walk discovering our new stomping ground.
Eventually the trail leads you to Daylesford Organic Farm shop and cottages.
After an hour or so, back at the Wild Rabbit we ventured into the bar. Everypawdy knows that a good bar is always rated by its doggy treats, and this bar gets several waggy tails and the biscuits are wooftastic. Dogs are allowed on the terraces and in the bar where the snug just feels like home.
Of course, we indulged in the Wild Rabbit breakfast (daily). The highlight of my mornings was my greeting from Leslie. She was a super friendly dog lover, I think she was French, and had dogs back in her home nation. You could tell she just loved us four-legged creatures.
On Saturday evening I got to try RABBIT!! Oh my dogness. Yep – the place lives up to its name. Not only does it have rabbits attached to the walls, but it serves a very DROOLICIOUS wild rabbit…slobber…slobber…
We ventured back to Daylesford the following day, heading to the farm shop.
This place even has a thing called a Doggy Park – woohoo – playtime. There was a black dog like me there already. I was pawfectly polite. I introduced myself and gave the doogy play bow, enquiring ‘do you want to play’? – but I got nothing. A stoney silence, no waggy tail… not even one hair moved. HOW RUDE I thought!!! Turns out it was a statue and the dog park is a place for us dogs to wait for our HUMANS whilst they popped to the shop for some retail therapy and not a park to play in – Oh well!
Appawrently there is a wonderful wellness retreat on the premises that the pawrents were raving about…maybe by next year the Bamford Haybarn will have added a dog spa…now would that be a dog treat!
What an adventure, I’m pawstively sure I’d like to return.
Dylan
It was like a home from home. Dogs are allowed just about everywhere. I even discovered the luxuries of a bed. 
I often wondered where my pawrents went at night time to sleep. I’m not allowed upstairs at home but it turns out there are no rules on your holidays, well not as many. Sneaky buggers hiding such comfort from me but I got my own back. I jumped into bed for a cuddle at 4am – wakey wakey room for a small one!
The tails of Dylan 