Yesterday I met… something. I am still wondering about it, because I don’t know what it is. It moved, although very slow, and did not seem to be bothered by me. First I thought it might be fun to play with, but it did not react to my invitation. So I canceled that option – you need two parties for a fun game, likewise for a good fight. Otherwise it isn’t worth while.
Then I thought it might be for eating. But it smelled strange and unfamiliar – of earth and water and something I never smelled before. A little bit acid. Not good. So I decided to skip that option, too. Here is a picture of my investigation:
Maybe you could help me out, here? Have you ever met something like this before? Should I have let it disappear into the bushes, like I did, or should I have intervened? Is it dangerous?
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:
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:
P.S. I am not looking at the camera, because I spotted a pigeon.
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:
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.
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.
Sometimes a picture says more than a hundred words. So:
Beach. Little crabs. Yum.
Thank you, Nicoline, for yet another cool picture.
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:
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.
There are certain things that make living in Holland absolutely great. This is one of them:
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:
Thank you, Zee op Tafel! It tastes de-li-cious. You should try it, when you visit Holland!