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.

 

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Beauty tip

Recently I was on a different beach. There were no little crabs, alas. But there was something else and it was awesome: mud!

At first I did not know what happened when I ran to fetch the stick. My feet were slipping , black stuff was tickling between my toes. Then I discovered the endless possibilities of this new ground. I could make slidings, very long ones! Sorry, there are no pictures of the slidings, I am a very fast dog, you know. But here is one picture of me, resting in this delicious mud:

Mud bath

And this is how I looked afterwards. Mud is very good for your skin, did you know that? And it smells great, too. I feel beautiful now.

Mud bath 2

 

 

 

Looks

I am probably telling you no secret that we dogs are a master in creating different looks. We go from totally obedient to acting as if we don’t hear what you are shouting at us in a split second. As I explained earlier in my blog about the Method™, every dog can use this acting talent to get what he/she wants.

There is one look I use for special needs only. If there is something you really want, try this. In this case, it was the herring on the table (which I got, of course!). You have to practice on this one, mind you! It is especially important you get the ears right. So try it in front of the mirror before you test it on your boss.

Being very sweet

No shit

Today I’d like to share with you something that is very close to me. As a dog, I put a lot of time and effort in it. I am proud to show you a fine specimen of this product, I made just a few hours ago:

A fine specimen of shit

But there is one thing that confuses me. M does not seem to appreciate the work I put into this. When I am busy marking the territory around it, to show other dogs where they can find my sublime creation, she is already putting a plastic bag over it. At first, I thought she wanted to keep it, or put it in a place where it gets more attention. But she walks to a garbage bin and throws it away!

I am so embarrassed by this. I mean: doesn’t she know how much effort it takes to make something this beautiful?

Sometimes I really do not understand humans.

New herring

There are certain things that make living in Holland absolutely great. This is one of them:

Herring

It is a herring. A new herring, to be precise: the season has just started! The Dutch make quite a happening of this, especially in The Hague where I live. On Vlaggetjesdag they celebrate the opening of the season, when the newly caught raw herring is brought in.

The Dutch have a special way of eating their herring. They hold it on its tail, in the air, and slowly lower the fish into their mouth. I am becoming more Dutch every day, so I eat it the way the Dutch do. Like this:

Eating herring the Dutch way

Thank you, Zee op Tafel! It tastes de-li-cious. You should try it, when you visit Holland!

Managing rude dogs

Everyone with a good looking, muscular body can tell you you have to maintain it. So do I. It takes a lot of training to get a body like this, I can tell you. We train every day. Usually, we start here:

Grassy walk

It is near a canal and has lots of lovely smells: mice living in the grass, dead fish that lie on the shore and duck shit. One day I even found a pile of little white buns!!! I had to be quick then, because I know from earlier experience that M does not want me to eat this. Of course I outwitted her and managed to eat at least three buns before she chased me away.

After our warming up at the canal, we go to the forest. This is it:

Forest also

It is pretty, hey? There are lots of dogs there, usually, to play with. There are some mean dogs too, which I avoid. Sometimes avoiding is better than fighting, you know. Especially if they are bigger than you. Managing mean dogs is very easy, I’ll tell you how to do it. When a mean dog approaches you (head low, staring at you, backhairs standing up, sometimes even growling already – all very nasty and unmannerly) you act as if there is something very interesting next to you. You stop, turn and start sniffing. This means you are not looking at the rude dog anymore, which always takes him by surprise. Then you walk on in an airy way, sniffing here and there, still not looking at the ill-mannered dog, until you are past him. Then you turn around, laugh him in the face and run as fast as you can.

By the way: this method only works when you are a fast dog. Otherwise just keep on walking and sniffing and ignoring the rude dog, until you don’t see him anymore. Then start gossiping and post his picture on Twitter. Or, better: enlist him and his boss in a Cesar Millan training. That will teach them!

When M is busy, we go home after our walk in the forest. Sometimes, when we have more time, we walk on to the beach. This is it:

Beach

It is great. I like it even more than the forest, because I can run really fast here. Sometimes there are little crabs for eating. Usually there are a lot of other dogs, so I can fetch their balls and invite them to play with me.

After two hours or so (I know, because M tells me) we go home. I get a nice little doggy snack, a big gulp of water and I can sleep for the rest of the afternoon. Life is good.