In the dog house?

Where to sleep tonight? Well not in our own cosy bed since we are on the road for a touring holiday. Just driving  to spend time together and get away from the many demands on our lives. So our first night is in a standard unit in a caravan park. It's well equipped with a decent size fridge for the food we brought from home and a microwave to heat the curry meatballs lovingly made and given to us for the trip by friends (my regular angel) as well as hotplates and small oven. Only a minor hiccup that both taps over the sink have green tops and the ones in the bathroom have one green one and one missing. Surely hot water will come out of one of them eventually. And perhaps I won't notice the sound of the trucks going past on the highway.
There are just two of us but when I saw the bunk beds and the single bed in addition to the double, I couldn't resist asking, "Where do you want to sleep tonight?"

After unpacking and eating I did the usual more detailed exploration - little soaps, fluffy towels, four sachets of coffee- wouldn't want to overdo the caffeine. One each now and in the morning is the dose, I guess. And I've surfed the TV channels without finding the ABC. Not that I want to watch but it's just fun to do when you're on holidays. Gideon's Bible - yep, still in an old version. And then the list of instructions for guests.

It 's a pet friendly park but there are a few rules. These don't apply to us so  I  nearly  miss it. The final sentence. "We do have kennels available for guests (sic) use." So I have to ask again, "Where do you want to sleep tonight?"