Adventures of Humphrey

January 01, 2026

**1st January 2026 – New Year, Same Tired Dog**

Last night was **chaos**. Drunk hoomans shouting, singing, and generally making a racket outside. Then, just as I was deep in dreamland, my hoomans woke me at **midnight** to say *“Happy New Year!”* Excuse me? It was **well past my bedtime**. I had no idea what was happening and would like it noted that I did not consent to being festive at that hour.

They thought I’d be up all night after that nonsense. Absolutely not. I

slept like a baby.

I woke up bright and ready for action at **8:30am**, but the hoomans? Useless. They refused to engage. We didn’t leave the apartment until **10:30am**. TEN. THIRTY. I was desperate for my morning constitutionals and made my feelings very clear.

At last, freedom! Then straight to the hoomans’ *usual* coffee shop. No seats (typical), so they got takeaway and dragged me back to the apartment. Honestly, the excitement never ends.

After breakfast, things got **suspicious**. The hoomans started packing up… including **my toys from Santa Paws**. Absolutely not. I was deeply offended. Then they loaded everything into the car — toys included — and walked away. Walked. Away. What about my presents?! I behaved for a full 24 hours to earn those!

Apparently, we were going on a “walking tour of the city.” Yawn. Even Mum admitted it wasn’t Dad’s finest tour, and I wholeheartedly agreed. Thankfully, the rain stepped in like a hero and forced a retreat back to the apartment for a nap. Thank you, rain.

Later, we headed out again so the hoomans could eat at a Japanese restaurant. Then we went for our evening stroll — mulled wine for them (of course) and one last wander under the Christmas lights. They said it was our **final stroll**, so I made sure to sniff *everything*. Leave no lamppost un-sniffed, that’s my motto.

I met a mix of doggos — some lovely, one who I *thought* wanted to play, but apparently I scared her and she ran to her dad (who was holding mulled wine). Honestly, still funny. On the way home, we encountered the usual rude barkers. Standard behaviour around here.

Back at the apartment, I curled up on the sofa and reflected on my travels. Apparently, we’re heading home tomorrow. Early start. I just hope there are no delays at Le Shuttle — I heard things on the news and I don’t like surprises unless they involve treats.

Thank you all for joining me on **another European adventure**.
Signing off — your well-travelled, slightly judgmental correspondent.

See you in the summer for more adventures
**Humphrey x**