Category Archives: Friends

The mouse catcher

Did you know dogs catch mice, too? Actually, we are much better at it than cats are. Well, some of us are. My friend Juna, for instance. She even made an instruction video on this subject. Most important is you have to be very fast in locating the mouse, digging it out of it’s hole and eating it (that is not in the video, alas).

Juna is a podenco style dog, she was born on the Canary Islands and travelled to Holland. So like me, she is a foreign dog. Some dogs say we are refugees, but we rather think of ourselves as expats. Because we weren’t smuggled here in a scary boat, oh no! We were flown to Holland by airplane and caring people were there to assist us. In Holland our lodgings and food and everything was arranged, the way things are arranged for expats.

This is Juna, cooling off in the water of the canal (mouse catching can make you very hot):

Juna 2

Juna is very quick and she likes to hunt. Unfortunately her humans only let her run off leash at the canal, where there are just mice to catch. When she is walking in the dunes and the forest, she is always on leash. Because her humans say that when she sees a rabbit she is off chasing it and won’t listen to them anymore.

I hear this argument often from humans when their dogs don’t come when they are called. I think it is time to set this right. Because, you know: it is a misunderstanding. When a human is good to his dog, the dog will always return. Only sometimes it will take a little longer than the human wants! I’ve met dogs that return to their humans after half an hour, some  after three days. But they always return. It would be nice if humans had more faith in us….

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The dancer

Today I’d like you to meet Kiesja, the labradoodle I wrote about earlier. It turns out she is not just an ordinary labradoodle: she is a Australian labradoodle, also known as the Australian Cobber Dog. Sorry I got that wrong, Kiesja!

I just read the brand specifications and it turns out that Kiesja is very friendly, active and social. Well, I already knew that and by the way, most dogs are. The brand is also designed to be good as a therapy dog and Kiesja told me she is in training to be one! That is exciting. She will visit elderly people and sick children and cheer them up. Nice, I hope they will have some slices of pizza for her as a reward!

Furthermore she likes doggy dancing and dog brainwork and stuff like that, so she is active all right. When we are together we don’t do things like that, we just run and play and fight a little. As girls do. Yes, we pull each others hair and since her hair is much longer than mine, I really like to do that!

This is her. Nice and furry, right?

Kiesja

 

My gentleman friend

I’d like you to meet Fred, my gentleman friend. He lives in the street behind us, that is how we know each other. He is a true gentleman and a full blood whippet. He walks in a graceful way and when he sees me, he gets so happy it looks as if he dances. He is kindhearted and very sensitive – one growl from another dog can make him wonder for days what he did to deserve it.

When I am with him, he lets me sleep on his bed and play with his toys – he has furry squeaky toys,  I love them. M won’t buy them for me because she says I would rip them apart. Well, yes, I would. That is what they are for!

When I was little, I shared my bed with Fred:

Me and Fred

I don’t do that anymore, of course, I am almost grown up! But we do go out together, sometimes. We like sniffing the air for cats and squirrels. Like me, he is super fast. M keeps us on a leash when we are out together, so unfortunately so far we never had the change to test which one of us is faster.

Fred and me outside

I think I am the fastest, but I am not entirely sure about this. Fred is bred for the races, you know, so he could be a tiny bit faster than I.

My godmother

Today I’d like you to meet Zuid. She is more than a friend, she is my godmother. When I first came to my new home, Zuid was there. I had never been without other dogs in my life, so M thought it wise to have Zuid along when I arrived. Zuid is living with friends of M and P and they were glad to lend her out for this noble purpose.

She is everything you can wish for in a godmother. She is sweet, she let me jump on her and bite her in the ears and sleep next to her. Like this:

Zuid en Bubbles 2

As you can see, I really appreciated her being there. She made me feel at home pretty quickly. Now that I have grown up, I am not allowed to bite her in the ears anymore, but she is still sweet. She plays and runs with me, although she is having trouble catching up. When she is too far behind I wait for her, so I can jump on her when she arrives. Oh, and in the forest we like to chase pigeons. If it is a very juicy pigeon, she is sometimes almost as fast as I am.

Sometimes we go to the beach together. Since she can’t walk that far from our home, we go by bike. I don’t let many dogs into my cargobike, but Zuid is allowed to (so is Hester and Boet). This is how we travel:

Zuid

P.S. I am not looking at the camera, because I spotted a pigeon.

 

Meet Boet

Some dogs can do it all. Guarding, hunting and digging holes. I am one of those dogs and so is Boet. Boet is my friend. When she was little, she looked almost as cute as I did:

Boet as a puppy

Now she is a bit older and her blue eyes turned brown, but she is still gorgeous:

Boet

Nice smile, hey? Her breed, the Frisian Stabij, originates from the north of The Netherlands and had to do everything: guarding and hunting. We both love to fetch balls and we both are clever and independent. Come to think of it: maybe she has royal roots, too. Of some ancient Frisian line? I’ll ask her, next time I see her.

Totems

I just received a very cool picture of me and my friends. It was made some time ago, by Nicoline, my personal trainer. You know, the Dutch Dog Whisperer I told you about earlier.

Friends

In this picture, you see my friends and Nicoline’s own dog, Fiesta. She is the shepherd dog on the left. Fiesta is no longer with us, at least, not in her old, physical form. Humans don’t seem to notice, but we dogs do – of course! Our senses are so much better. If your deceased dog was truly your friend, he or she is still with you, looking after you. If you weren’t good to your dog, he probably is with you too and causing you a lot of distress. In case you are wondering where the hell all this misery is coming from all of sudden – now you know why!

Fiesta was a grand dog and she really loved Nicoline. And vice versa. I think she will do some good things to Nicoline in the coming years. Like… making her win the biggest price in a contest (a living rabbit!) and having the sun shining when she goes out. Important things like that.

Me and Fiesta did not get along very well, I must admit. She was the alpha bitch of the pack. Of course I challenged her, I am not a very shy dog, you know. But she gave me a hard time. I did manage to sleep in her bed once, oh sweet victory. But my successes with her were, well, limited.

Anyway, I won’t challenge her now. Not anymore. You cannot challenge totems, in case you didn’t know.

 

 

Brief note to Hester

As a blogger, one should be honest, I just heard. I want to be an honest dog, so here I go. I have to make up with my friend Hester and I will write to her, which is easier for me than telling her I am sorry.

Dear Hester,

I am very sorry I attacked you in your house, yesterday. You weren’t there when I arrived and I was having a very pleasant time, playing with your toys and eating your food. But then, you came home. You walked right into the living room where I was, not suspecting you. You startled me and in a reflex I jumped on you and tried to bite you. Of course, you fought back. We could have had a nice big fight, but M and your boss would not allow it and M put me in the corridor. And that was it.

I’d like to apologize to you for wanting to chase you out of your own house. I’ve done a lot of thinking about it today and my conclusions are that it was not right. So: sorry. Shake paws?

Greetings,

Bubbles