Recently I celebrated my birthday with a deliciously big juicy bone:
I turned 8 years old. Which is a milestone, really. I am a grown up dog now! This means several things. The most important thing is that I do understand cats better now. I hope this knowledge will help me to finally catch the hellish being that is living on the other side of the street.
The other important consequence of being a wise, 8 year old dog, is that I can look back on a lot of adventures. When I started this blog, I think it was about 7 years ago, I wanted to share all my adventures and ambitions with you. I had loads of adventures and I am certain that I will have a lot more in the future. When it comes to my ambitions, I am proud to say I realized them all. I grew up to be a wise, extremely pretty and supersmart dog. Not bad for a Greek stray, huh?
Now that I reached the desirable age of 8 years, I feel the urge to blog less and less. That is why I decide to stop blogging. I really liked doing it, sharing my adventures with you in all these years. Thank you for sharing and for all your nice comments! I am really proud my blogs gave joy to so many humans and canines around the world.
Do not be sad, because I will not be quiet alltogether. I will continue to share my adventures on Instagram! You can find me there as fox_and_bubbles (just click on one of the pictures below to get there). So you will not have to miss me! The not so good news is that I share this account with M, so be prepared for some pictures of our garden, too. Although I will be on most of them, so that is not a huge problem, I assume.
I wish you all the best and hopefully we will meet on Instagram!
We take a walk every day and that is always nice, but sometimes it is something special. Today M and I had this kind of walk. I will try to explain why this one was special. It is not because we went to a new place, because we walked in the dunes and on the beach, like we often do. I think this one was special because we did it together.
This may sound strange to some humans (I bet the canines reading this will understand, though). One could say that all the walks we make are together, but that is not so. It is like this: sometimes when M is stuck in her writing she takes me out for a walk. While we walk she thinks about what is bothering her and I take the opportunity to smell and run and play with other dogs. We are out, but we are not really walking together. Not in the sense of togetherness. We both do our own things.
On our walk this morning we were truly walking together. We ran in the dunes and played games on the beach. I was totally focussed on her and she on me. When this is the case we are like a team, paying attention to our surroundings but not really interacting with other dogs nor humans. We have fun together. And that is awesome.
One hundred humans and dogs are following my blog. Wow. As a dog I am not very good at numbers, but I do know that one hundred is a lot. And even more read it when they wander along the internet!
It makes me kind of shy. One hundred, that is… an enormous pile of cookies! A field full of rabbits! A trail of sausages as long as the street I live in! I think it is great so many humans and dogs – and maybe, ahum, some cats too, although I really would not like to know how many precisely – read my musings. I hope I make them laugh a lot and cry a little. I also hope that my posts make humans realize how we dogs really are. So they can enjoy life more, with full appreciation of the love we canines give them.
The most important thing I have to say to all my readers right now, human and canine, is: THANK YOU!!! You make blogging a true Adventure.
Humans have a very odd relationship with animals. They keep them as pets, some humans even treat them as human kids. But they also eat them and even torture them in terrible animal farms, for their meat or their fur.
In this time of year this attitude is even more puzzling. For some reason humans associate animals with the festive season. Not just for eating (which I don’t mind, I hope we will eat a big fat turkey!), but also for decorating. Humans buy these things to fill their houses. Like this one: stuffed fluff in the form of a shockingly white reindeer.
Or a very silly looking bird with fake feathers:
And even a plastic fox!
What is the fun of that? All this fake stuff can’t run so it is not good for chasing. When you eat it you will end up with a stomach ache or a mouth full of feathers. It won’t give you any joy because you can’t play with it. It won’t give you any love either.
Humans are so very odd sometimes. I really do not get it. Why have a fluffy owl or a plastic fox when you can have the real thing? It is much more fun!