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Exciting walk

We made an exciting walk today. It was warm and sunny, nice weather for a walk. Although I think any weather is good for a walk, it is just great to be outdoors. We went to the dunes and the beach!

I did some good running and swam to cool down. When we walked back through the dunes we encountered some wildlife! This is me, spotting it:

Okay, it was not really wildlife, but it was roaming free so I considered it wildlife. And a suitable prey.

Unfortunately the feline just stayed there, watching me. That is not supposed to happen. They ought to run, so I can chase them! So when M insisted that I walked on with her, I did. Next time I hope it will run away from me.

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Outrageous

Sorry you haven’t heard from me for a while. I have been very busy because something terrible happened: there is a mouse living in our kitchen! I find this outrageous. What is he thinking? It is my house and I did not invite him to come living with us!

The trouble is, and I am a bit ashamed to admit this, that despite my efforts I have not yet solved this problem. The mouse is very clever and super fast. I tried to catch it when he ran through our kitchen, but he is so tiny and fast that I missed him. I tried to impress him by growling, but he did not leave. He has a most annoying lurking-place, behind the fridge. This is where he hangs out:

Hiding

You can not see him, but I smell him all right. Men, he stinks! The stench is terrible, an offense to my sensitive nose.

So far he is there alone, I do hope he will not invite all his relatives. On the other hand: if there are more of them, changes become bigger that I will catch one of them. That will scare them so much that they will all leave, no doubt.

Anyway: I have work to do. I have to train my velocity. And ask some advice from my friend Juna, who is a mouse catcher. Maybe I can even ask Habiba, the cat next door. She is a cat and therefore not to be trusted, but she is kind of cool, for a cat. Cats know how to catch mice, at least that is what they brag about all the time. Maybe she will give me some sound advice what to do.

Raining cats and dogs

Humans tend to think too much. Because of this, they can’t see things as they really are and they create problems, problems that in reality do not exist (they only exist in the human mind). Take the weather. Yesterday it was pouring with rain. Humans do not like that, they complain about it and say grumpy things. I do not get it. Maybe when one human complains to another human that human will alter his behaviour, but with the weather this is not possible. It won’t change because humans complain about it. So why bother?

Besides, by thinking about the weather as a problem humans make it too hard for themselves. We have to go out anyway, you know. So stop wasting energy on complaining and just go out there and enjoy the moment. Because if you do, you will experience it is fun, no matter what the weather is like. Yes you will get wet, so what? That is not such a big deal, is it?

Kind of wet

Humans also have a lot of words to describe the weather. Most of them puzzle me. Like this one: ‘it is raining cats and dogs’. Well, I’ve never experienced that. It would be awesome, though, especially the part concerning the cats!

Watching

M and P sometimes look at this luminous device in our living room – M tells me it is called a television. They sit down and watch. I think it is pretty boring to look at. I prefer watching our garden. There are a lot of juicy pigeons in our garden and sometimes even a cat. I just sit and look at them, I study them and think of the best strategies to catch them. It will give me an advantage when I meet them outside. A dog has to be clever.

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On the lookout

I am a guarding dog. Actually, I am a hunting dog, my ancestors were hunting dogs to the ancient Greek nobility. But I can guard too. It is absolutely necessary for any dog to do some guarding, you know. Even Bichons guard when the stakes are high. There are three subjects a dog has to guard: food, home and its human(s). This sounds easy, but it is not. Because, you see, all three of them come in different situations.

Food can be anywhere (luckily!): in your house, the car, the forest, the beach, you name it. Your human moves all the time, so you have to protect her in very different circumstances: at home, on the road, in a shop.  It takes a lot of skill to do this correctly. It can be a bit confusing, too. I for instance always protect M. When we go out, I am on the lookout for her, to see whether there is some danger about. If there is, I have to take measures, like leading her on another, safer path:

On the lookout

She appreciates me doing this. But sometimes she does not and that is the confusing part. When we go on a long walk M takes some food with her and we picnic along the road. This means double guarding duty for me: I have to protect food and my human. When a nasty man approaches us, I show my teeth and he backs off. This happened more than once and M was proud of me. But, and this is the confusing part, she was angry with me when we were in what she calls a bar and I did exactly the same thing to a guy approaching us. I still don’t get it. But maybe I will understand when I am a bit older. I could ask my friend Boet, she told me she has some bar experience.

The third very important subject to guard is home. This is not easy either, because a home can move. Like our home in the holidays. We are in a new spot almost every day and I have to work really hard, protecting it in new surroundings all the time:

Bubbles and bus

It can be very tiring. That is why I prefer guarding our house. It doesn’t move and I have an excellent spot for guarding: my favorite chair on the second floor. From there I have a good view of the front of the house, where most of the action is and where I suspect possible danger will come from (at the back of the house is our garden, only cats and pigeons there – very important, too, don’t get me wrong. But not concerning guarding):

On the lookout 2

I am very successful in guarding our house. Humans walk to our house, they see me and walk on. Easy! Occasionally someone walks to our door and rings the bell. Then M and I go downstairs, she opens the door and I stand right behind her, ready to attack in case the person calling is not friendly. I show my white, sheeny teeth, just to make sure. When required I add a firm, menacing growl (I learned a really convincing one from my German Shepherd friends).

Until now I did not have to bite anyone. Which frankly is a disappointment, because I wonder what nasty people taste like. Pigeon? Sausages? Socks? What do you think?

 

Odd times

This is a silly time. The days are dark, the smell of food is in the air more than in any time of the year and humans stuff their houses with sticks adorned with odd looking, light emitting things. Normally we dogs are not allowed to take sticks into the house, but now humans do this themselves! Very odd.

Yesterday I met a dog who told me he had had a good time  with these special sticks, when he was home alone. He had a lot of fun with the trinkets and the tasty tree, before his humans got home and got very mad. We discussed that this is strange: how can you put something to play with in your house and not want your dog to play with it? That is just not fair. Besides, he told me the house looked much more cosy and festive with the trinkets (and the tree dissembled into manageable sticks) scattered through the living room. So his humans should be thankful, instead of angry!

We do not have these sticks in the house, but our neighbors do. Yesterday I heard their cat singing (well, yammering actually) through the walls: ‘oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, your ornaments are history’. Then I heard a crash. I didn’t know cats play with sticks, too!

It is all right with me when humans behave odd. But they should leave us dogs out of it. The trouble is: they don’t. They appear to think we need some special attention too and with attention they do not mean things dogs like (like taking a long walk or gnawing a juicy bone), but things humans like. One thing is… they dress us, in stupid clothes! Throughout the year only chihuahuas have to stand being dressed up like little humans, but during winter times other dogs are victims, too.

I will tell you why it is NOT a good idea to dress your dog. We are not human, we have fur. That keeps us warm enough. We do not like clothing, it gives us a stuffy feeling and it itches. But, most important: dressing up your dog is killing for her image. If she will go out in that reindeer sweater you bought for her, the dogs in the neighborhood will never take her serious again. I know what I am talking about. When I was a puppy and living with my foster parents (before M and P adopted me), I was dressed up, too. It was minus ten degrees Celsius and I did not have enough hair to keep me warm in those days, coming out of Greece and all that. This is what it looked like:

Cardigan bubbles

Yes, it looked utterly ridiculous. I could do nothing about it at the time: I did show my teeth, but being so small they thought it looked ‘cute’ and dressed me up all the same. I am only sharing this with you to show how stupid clothes look on a dog. I did not care much about image building in those days, just arriving from Greece and looking for a home I had other worries. But now I live in a new place, with a proper home, I would never wear something like this. It would be killing for my image with the cool dogs in the neighborhood.

So if this Christmas (that is what these silly days are called) your human gives you clothes for a present, make him/her very clear you do not appreciate it. Tear them apart immediately. Pee on them. Give them to the cat. I for myself am sure M would never give me clothes. I am hoping to get hair extensions, for my ears!

 

My favorite pizza

I have given it a lot of thought and I have come to a conclusion: I know what my favorite pizza is. I thought especially about this topic during meditation.  I know I should let go of all my thoughts while meditating, but that is very hard with musings about pizza. So I decided I’d think it through once and for all and after I made up my mind about my favorite topping, I could stop thinking about it during meditation. And be ready to ’empty my mind’, whatever that is.

I am ready to reveal it now: my favorite pizza is a quattro stagioni. That means it consists of four toppings. One topping is a big fat juicy pigeon (dead, so it won’t fly away). The other one is fruit de mer, especially little crabs and some herring. The third topping is another real delicacy: cat poo (preferably fresh, but a few days old is no problem). The fourth piece of my favorite pizza is an even more craved for delicacy, very hard to find (which puzzles me, because there should be loads of it, considering the number of people): human poo.

Favorite pizza

When I told M about my favorite pizza topping, she made a face that probably means she will not make this one for me. She did tell me that I am presumably right in choosing these toppings, from a canine point of view. And that I could make some money if I would sell this pizza to all the dogs I know. Ha! She must be joking. Selling pizza, what a silly idea. I would never do that, I would eat them all!