My name is Mojo; I’m a Spaniel and my human is Hudson Human. I have appeared in Prima magazine. Perhaps because of this, Phileas aka Attlee has been nagging me for ages to put my paw to pen to paper and write a rover report. Well, here it is Attlee. You can stop with the bossy emails and texts now, mate.
Hudson Human finds a dog-friendly hotel called The Bear for me to rest my furry head at, in a town called Crickhowell in the middle of theBrecon BeaconsNational Park. Thankfully no bears as we turn the car into the cobbled forecourt – even better than no bears, when we check in the receptionist gives me a dog treat. Food is my main thing – I am not called Mojo the Marauder for nowt – so, chomping on my treat, I have to conclude the holiday is so far so good.
The reception dog biscuit lady shows us to our room, which is one of the coach houses across the forecourt, and explains that dogs are allowed everywhere except the dining room. I unpack my doggy biscuits and immediately head out for a walk, Human Hudson following, along the River Usk, as the receptionist has recommended it. It is bracing as it has started to rain and is quite windy too but I don’t care, as I am exploring new territory and lots of lovely new smells. I meet lots of other curious canines out on the sniff and the humans are friendly too, even though everyone is soaking wet.
After a couple of hours we make our way back to the hotel to dry off and explore the bar, as Hudson Human wants to eat and drink. We walk into the low-beamed bar (the building dates back to 1432 you know) to be greeted by my fellow canine chums, all sitting under various tables relaxing. Hudson Human orders a drink and we sit at a table while a waitress takes Hudson Human’s food order.
And here’s the amaze-bones thing – then the waitress takes Mojo Canine’s food order!
Would I like a bowl of chicken?! I’m Mojo the Marauder – of course I would. I forget my manners and jump on the tables, unable to contain my glee about the forthcoming food and my newshound Phileas Scoop – at The Bear, we dogs are given bowls with chicken in. Hurrah-Dah!
The other humans didn’t mind that I was a little exuberant, but my human, Hudson, thought it best that I went back to the room to calm down and await the juicy morsels. She comes back an hour later with the spoils – all the better for waiting. I then settle in for the evening as I have a huge comfy bed to sleep on and am dog-tired tired after my long and exciting day.
The next morning, I’m up early ready for a walk before breakfast. We were going to drive to Sugar Loaf Mountain, a bit like the mountain inBrazil but smaller, for a two hour walk but the weather’s still poor. So we cross a road from The Bear where we find a little church and lots of fields with horses in. After an hour, it brightens up and I actually see the yellow thing in the sky!
But I was ravenous by now – staarrrrving – and it was sausages and bacon on the menu. After breakfast, though, as the yellow thing in the sky is there, we have a relax in the hotel’s gardens before checking out. I really don’t want to leave. Being a Rover Reporter is a good gig for food.
- So never mind the South American Sugar Loaf and going Loco Down in Acapulco; dogs can go crazy in Crickhowell near the Welsh Sugar Loaf!
- Adios, my canine chums, More from me and Hudson Human soon, Mojo the Marauder X
- The Bear, Crickhowell, Powys, NP8 1BW Tel: 01873 810408; www.bearhotel.co.uk Prices start at £77 per room per night and there are special offers throughout the year. Awarded a Phileas Dogg High Paw of Excellence by Mojo.
- Crickhowell has an annual walking festival: the next one is March 1-10 2013. Log on to www.crickhowellfestival.com