The plan couldn’t have gone more, well, according to plan. Except for one little furry snitch. After I checked in the three families and we all got buggy-ed to our respective suites, the husband was supposed to smuggle Mumble (the new family pup) in to ours, which has a back garden for him to run about. As he walked up the path, he got caught by the security guard, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar, at the very moment that Mumble decided to stick his head out of the bag.
We had to send him away. But a full programme of food and chilling out stretched out to the following day and everyone was happy.
