Adventures of Humphrey

**My Big Adventure – Day 4: Bruges to Bouillon**

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Checking Out of Bruges

This morning we packed up and checked out of the hotel. It took *several* trips to the car park to load all my belongings—Mum complained she felt like a mule with all the heavy bags. (Honestly, I don’t know what she’d do without me supervising.) After the last bag was stuffed into the car, we stopped at a cosy brunch spot. It was a little chilly outside, but Mum and Dad enjoyed their food while I quietly watched the world go by.

I have to admit, Bruges was pawsome. I’ll miss romping in the square, meeting lots of friendly doggos, and even admiring the big trotting dogs (horses). But new adventures were calling—the Semois Valley awaited!

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A Stop in Wellin

The drive started off boring, so I curled up for a nap until we reached a charging stop in a little village called Wellin. Now this was more my vibe! The sun was shining, and I took my hoomans for a short walk past chilled-out cows, a golden barley field, and up to the church.

The village square had a water feature, and Dad thought it would be *hilarious* to make me run through it. Spoiler: it was not hilarious. I gave him a proper telling off. Mum, meanwhile, was overheating and insisted on a shop stop for water. (Too many beers at yesterday’s museum, if you ask me!)

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The Road to Corbion

Back on the road, the scenery started to change—rolling forests and hills instead of flat Bruges. Now *this* looked promising! After about 30 minutes, we reached Corbion. With 20 minutes to spare before check-in, we went in search of shops. There weren’t any, just a

butcher and a wine store.

On the way, I met some very rude dogs behind a fence. They barked furiously at me—so aggressively it took two men to hold one of them back. Absolutely uncouth. Even Hooch was friendlier than those brutes.

Mum and Dad bought wine, though it took a phone call to get someone to translate for them. Honestly, I should be in charge of communication—tail wags and barks work just fine.

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The Mansion in the Valley

Finally, we arrived at our place—and wow! It was *huge*. A

humongous sofa, a back garden, horses next door, sheep in the fields, and in a giant outdoor water bowl—freaky orange creatures swimming about. Dad called them “fish.” I wasn’t sure about them at all.

Mum immediately told me not to pee on anything or she’d “murder me.” (As if! I’m perfectly house-trained.) And of course, I wasn’t allowed on the sofa until Mum put covers on it. Such a killjoy. But once those covers were on—it was zoomie time! I charged around the place like a rocket, nearly flinging myself off the steps until Dad shouted dramatically about me breaking a leg.

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Dinner in Bouillon

Soon after, Mum declared she was starving (she always is), so we went looking for food. The first restaurant was closed—this place felt like tumbleweed central—so we drove into Bouillon. Dad disappeared into a grocery store and took *forever*. I thought he had abandoned me with the spare hooman, but eventually he returned. Phew!

We tried several restaurants before finding one open. Mum had pizza, Dad had a burger, and I stretched out on the pavement, watching people and dogs across the road.

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Evening Luxury

Back at the mansion, I checked on the freaky orange fish (still there, still unsettling), then flopped onto the big sofa. At last—luxury fit for a

pup like me. Mum and Dad watched Netflix, I claimed my spot, and we all settled in for a comfy night. Tomorrow—hopefully—there will be sunshine, fewer closed restaurants, and maybe even a proper hike.

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Best & Worst Bits

**Best Bit of the Day:** Zoomies around the new “mansion” with a sofa big enough for royalty (me).
**Worst Bit of the Day:** Being shoved through a freezing water fountain in Wellin. Not funny, Dad.