Paw wax on and I was off up the mountain like a startled gazelle. In reality I managed half an hour of trotting up to admire the view and to sniff fences. I am 9 now.

We stayed for a week in a handy car park in La Massana, complete with electricity for the van heating and 10 mins from the ski lift. Dogs are welcome on the first stage gondolas and here’s me waiting for number 20, the perro lift…

Before conquering the slopes we’d been in Cadaques, Spain, always a favourite for it’s clear water and cheap wine (especially the later in winter)

And afterwards we stayed on a farm near Girona. It was beautiful, in a valley surrounded by small rolling hills. It was, however, very noisy thanks to the resident donkey! I searched for the culprit but could only find cows..

We then went on to watch the F1 testing near Barcelona but as that didn’t involve me, sod a photo. Instead here’s one of moi enjoying the sunshine of Pineda de Mar before heading northwards to France once more.

Dogs on slopes: me and all the huskies