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To-do list

Although dogs live in the present, we do like to dream of wonderful things. So I made a list of my things-to-do. I like thinking up lists when I am snoozing in the sun. Lists of my favorite food and things that make me happy (which is the same thing, mostly).

Of course this list is an ongoing process, lets call this one my to-do list 1.0. I hear it is actually called a bucket list, although I do not understand what a bucket has got to do with it.

This is it:

1. Catching a pigeon (and eating it).

2. Finally attacking the Enemy, the dogs living next door. Their energy is so bad. And they are way too often trespassing my territory. I can’t wait to teach them a lesson.

3. Eating my favorite pizza.

4. Hunting antilope in Arabia, like the Salukis do.

5. Playing a part in a movie, with a very famous human (M says I have to choose George Clooney). Okay, I’ll be honest: I do not really want to do this, it seems kind of boring to me (sorry Mr. Clooney). But if I do, I can finally stop Hester bragging about her moviestar career.

6. The sun shining every day, making it at least 25 degrees Celsius. Preferably 30 degrees. From the moment  I wake up and get out of my snoozebag, till the time I go to bed.

7. A snoozebag on every floor in our house. And one in the campervan.

8. Fresh energy for my friend Zuid, so she will be young again and we can chase pigeons together.

9. An awesome ferocious Dobermann as a boyfriend, to show off on the beach. Or a proud Saluki. I can’t choose. Right: two boyfriends. We’ll all go to the beach, together! Then Boss can come, too.

 

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):

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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?

 

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!

 

Favorites

Humans like to make lists, I notice as I am browsing the internet. They name their five favorite travel destinations, or the ten things you should do if you want to date a pretty girl. Some of these lists are very awkward. The one about dating, for instance. The most important thing is not in the list: give her yummy food! Humans can really miss the point, sometimes.

There are a lot of lists about food, too. I think this is a great idea, so I have been thinking about my favorite  things to eat. Here it is:

1 – Pigeon

This is my number one, although I must admit I never really tasted a pigeon. I did manage to catch one, lately, but I ended up with a lot of feathers in my mouth and no juicy meat, because the pigeon escaped. So maybe this is not a good number one for this list of favorite things. Maybe I should make a list of favorites I wish for, another time.

 

1 – Pizza

This is something I actually eat a lot and it is awesome. I haven’t figured out yet which topping I like best: cheese or meat or both. Maybe pizza with pigeon is the ultimate yummy food, but I can’t tell you now (see above). I know I should make a picture of a pizza to show you here, but in reality I am not good at making pictures of food. When I see food, I eat it. So the pictures of it all look the same:

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This was a pizza with mozzarella and bacon, by the way. Delicious!

2 – Duck

Duck tastes really good, especially the ducks in France. The meat is juicy, with a good bite and wonderful taste. I hope we will visit France again, soon!

3 – Little crabs

I love little crabs. When I am lucky, I find them on the beach near our house. I search for them, they usually hide between the shells and seaweed on the shore. But I always find them, of course. I like them best when they are really fresh, just out of the water. Sometimes they try to run from me, but that is stupid. I am the fastest on the beach, so resistance is futile! One time I tried a larger crab, but that did not taste as well as the little ones. A bit too crunchy, in my opinion.

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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:

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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.

 

Pigeon

I notice there are a lot of blogs about food. Blogging about delicious things, what a great idea! So I will blog about all the tasty things I like, too. To start with: pigeon.

I would so love to eat a pigeon. They look big and juicy,  they should taste wonderful. The sad thing is, I never actually tasted one. We have tons of pigeons in our garden, but I am not allowed to hunt them. It has something to do with me ruining the garden – which I don’t get. In my opinion, the garden gets better when there are little and not-so-little extra paths between the plants.

Anyhow, I am still dreaming of hunting pigeon. In real life, this is how far I get:

Lovely pigeon

One day, I Will Succeed. And I’ll let you know all about it!