Adventures of Humphrey

September 16, 2025

**My Big Adventure- Day 17 – Luxembourg to Ghent**

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Morning Drama

Would you believe it—I actually slept in, and Dad was the one to wake *me*! Outrageous. Naturally, I then did my duty and woke Mum.

No way she’s snoozing while I’m up. The hoomans started their usual packing routine, but when Dad left me and the spare hooman in the room while he ferried bags to the car, I panicked. Abandoned forever! (Spoiler: he came back. Phew.)

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The Road to Ghent

We set off for our *last* city—Ghent. I slept the entire drive because, honestly, nothing happens in the car except boredom. When we finally parked, I thought: adventure time! But no. Coffee stop. Always coffee first. Yawn.

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First Impressions

Ghent is chaos—bikes, buses, trams, and far too many hoomans crammed on tiny pavements. Hardly any doggos either. Very disappointing. The café they chose had ridiculously steep stairs that I bravely clambered up and down, but let’s just say gracefulness was not my strong point.

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Culture (for them, not me)
Post-coffee, we wandered the streets. Mum and Dad took turns going into a big church, but apparently my paws are still not “holy” enough, so I had to wait outside. Honestly, I think I’d improve the place.

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The Digs

Then came the best surprise of all: our new apartment. Inside was a glorious, beautiful, perfect *sofa.* I bolted straight for it, but Mum shrieked “Wait for the covers!” Buzzkill. Even worse—the stairs. The steepest, most terrifying stairs I’ve ever seen. I just about managed to scramble up, but there was no way down. Total mountain cliff vibes. Dad had to rescue me and carry me back down like some kind of oversized puppy. Not my most dignified moment.

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Dinner Disaster

That evening, the hoomans chose a Korean restaurant. Clearly the spare hooman’s idea because guess what? Not dog friendly. I had to sit outside on my blanket like some sort of street dog. Sure, they gave me a treat, but the indignity! Passersby must have thought I’d been abandoned.

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Small Wins

We did a bit more wandering before finally stopping for a beer (their idea of fun). Eventually, we headed back and—oh joy—the sofa awaited. My sofa. I stretched, sprawled, sighed, and sank into pure bliss. When the hoomans said I could sleep there all night (because there was no way I was tackling those stairs again), I agreed instantly. Best decision they’ve ever made.

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Big Thoughts

As I drifted off, I realised… this was our last proper city. Soon we’d be heading back to Calais and then home. No more cable cars, no more mountains, no more surprise dog parks. Just my garden and my boring old crate. But for tonight, I had the sofa. And maybe—just maybe—Mum will put the covers on the sofa back home and I can sleep there every night instead of my crate!

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Best & Worst Bits

**Best Part:** Discovering the sofa—finally, my true throne.
**Worst Part:** Sitting outside the restaurant like a commoner.