Adventures of Humphrey

September 13, 2025

**My Big Adventure – Day 15 – Berdorf, Mullerthal Region**

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A Betrayal at Sunrise

This morning the hoomans woke me when it was still dark outside—6am. Outrageous. I was so sleepy I didn’t even get up to supervise the packing. They loaded the car without my guidance (amateurs), then dragged me to breakfast. Luckily, the dining room had carpet, so I curled up and snuck in a second snooze. Bliss.

But then…the unthinkable happened. We pulled up outside the VET. On my holiday. *What the heck?!* I wasn’t sick! The last time I went, they stabbed me with a sharp thing and called it a “rabbit shot” (rabies, whatever). This time, the lady shoved something up my bottom (thermometer), then pushed white pills down my throat (worming tablets). She even tried to bribe me with a treat afterwards. I backed away—no chance, lady. I have been treated so badly, I sulked all the way back to the car. Worst betrayal ever.

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Redemption in the Forest

Thankfully, the hoomans realised they owed me big time. To make up for it, they took me on the mother of all hikes—7.18 miles of pure bliss. I zoomed along bark covered forest trails, weaving through mossy rocks and towering rock formations, chewed sticks, sniffed every leaf. They put me on the bungee lead for some parts (There was some kind of “ultra-trail marathon” going on, with humans puffing and panting up the same hills. Honestly, amateurs. I could’ve lapped them all—easy peasy). My tail wagged the entire way, my goofy dog smile stayed glued on, The trails were long and steep, but I kept my hoomans moving. Luxembourg, I forgive you. The countryside is dog heaven! Countryside vs city, no contest.

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Hotel Life

We checked into a small hotel room after the hike. No sofa (boo), but my crate didn’t fit (yay!) so I got to sleep in my bed beside the spare hooman. Perfect deal. While the hoomans had their endless showers (seriously, why do they stink so much?), I snoozed.

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Afternoon Strolls & Dinner

We headed downstairs for food, then back to the room for a rest. Sadly, I kept hearing “intruders” outside the door, so I growled to alert my pack. Dad wasn’t impressed and scolded me. Hmph.

Later, we wandered around the little town, spotted some cows (standard stuff), then returned for dinner at the hotel. I behaved like a gentleman I was so tired I just lay under the table like the good boy I am, and even met two Cairn terriers—one was very excited to see me.

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Evening Chaos

After dinner, the hoomans surprised me with a trip to a big field for fetch. Heaven! I sprinted after my ball, but then—the entertainment of a lifetime. A hare bounced out of the grass *right beside my ball*. Instinct kicked in. I charged full speed, almost caught it, when Mum and Dad started shouting and whistling. Clearly they wanted to join in, so I circled back for round two. I dashed off again to flush it out, their trainers soaking, my adrenaline pumping. When I returned, Dad looked red-faced and grumbled “no more fetch” because their shoes were wet. Honestly, why join in if you’re going to complain? Still—best evening activity by far.

We wandered back to the hotel, everyone tired, me triumphant. The hoomans complained about stiff legs and sore muscles. Amateurs! I could go again tomorrow.

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Best & Worst Bits

**Best Part:** The hare chase—better than any fetch session in history.
**Worst Part:** Being betrayed at the vet on my holiday.