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Snow

P has gone on a holiday, without M and me! I was sad about that at first, but M told me he went with a group of friends to a place I would not like. Then he send us a picture of this place:

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It looks terrible! I can see what M means: I would not like it there. It looks icy cold. And, what is worrying me most: there is snow almost everywhere, not one green spark of grass to be seen! That would bother me if I would be there, because where would I be supposed to pee? No grass! Horrible.

Don’t get me wrong, I do like snow. Like in little-fields-of-white-fluffy-stuff, which are great for playing. Especially when the temperature is pleasantly warm. My first encounter with this kind of snow was in our first long summer holiday together:

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That was nice. But where P is now it looks a lot colder and more serious, concerning snow conditions. I don’t mind he went without us. I do hope he will be back home soon, though.

Chuck no more

Chuck, my favorite prey, is no more. That is at least what M tells me. He is broken, she says. I do not see the point. I can still drag him around with me, I don’t care whether he consist of one or two parts. They easily fit into my mouth. But M will throw him away, she tells me. This is what Chuck looks like now. He changed into an extended version of himself:

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M thinks I will be sad about it, so she bought me a new prey. She just gave it to me and tells me this is Chuck, too.

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Ha! I can’t be fooled: this is not Chuck. He does not smell nor taste like Chuck.

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This ain’t Chuck, this is Chick!

I don’t mind, though. I like to play with Chick. Maybe even more than I did with Chuck, because Chick makes squeaky sounds when I bite her. Nice.

Guests

I am a lucky dog: we have two guests staying at our place and they play with me! Now I have twice the change of finding a playmate!

They even want to play the thrilling and dangerous feet play. This means they wriggle their toes and shuffle their feet, while I jump around and try to bite them in their toes. Not really bite them of course, if I did that the game would be over too soon. No, I pretend to bite them and they pretend to be scared. It is my favorite game.

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When they come home after a day of sightseeing and enter the house I greet them in my own very special bouncy barky way. They greet me by saying “hello miss Ferocious’! I like that. I am miss Ferocious!

These guests are from the US, so my English is improving, too. Today I learned that in English there are three words for hitting: slap, punch and hit. In Dutch we have only one word for that. Not that it is very useful to me, because dogs do not slap, punch or hit. We paw. I’ll ask them if they have more words for that, too. I already learned pawsome. A very nice word. These guests are pawsome!

 

The art of fetching ball

Most dogs love to fetch balls. I have been thinking about this – I like it too, I like it a lot, but why? Sometimes I muse about things like this, when I am snoozing in my favorite chair.

When we dogs fetch balls, we experience a lot of different emotions and feelings. First there is anticipation. The human takes the ball into its hand and we focus on that: we see the ball, we know what is coming, we feel our muscles straining, ready for action. It is the sheer joy of knowing a human will throw a ball for us.

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Then the moment is there: the ball leaves the hand of the human and flies through the air. This is when we start running, but not at full speed immediately. At least, that is how I do it. I run and look at the ball at the same time. I make sure I follow the orbit of the ball, adjusting my speed to the speed of the ball. While running, I calculate where it will come down. I enjoy the wind on my coat and in my ears, I feel the ground under my feet, I spread my toes for optimal balance and power. I experience all these sensations at the same time, which makes it thrilling.

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When I have figured out where the ball will land, I accelerate. I love to use all the strong muscles in my body. I race towards the spot where the ball comes down, because I want to catch it before it hits the ground. I am most peculiar about this: the best way to do ball-fetching is catching it in the air. I want to do the same with pigeons, but so far they are flying too high – pity.
I stretch my long legs and jump.

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Then, when I have catched the ball, another part of the play begins. My muscles relax a little, because full speed is not required anymore. I feel the gritty texture of the ball in my mouth – mostly we play this game on the beach, so there is always some sand involved. I turn around and face my human and I start running back to her, fast but not too fast. This is the moment when I enjoy the feeling of fulfillment: I have got the ball, I catched it flying, it is totally mine. Sometimes I savour this moment a bit longer, by digging a hole and burying the ball in it.

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Then I take it out and bring it back to my human. And we start all over again (that is why I bring it back)!
All this: the anticipation, the speed, the part where we need to calculate which way the ball is going, the joy of catching it… all this is why we love to fetch balls.

Holiday with the bandidos

This new year started with a surprise for me. A not so good and a good surprise in one: M and P packed their bags and have gone on a holiday, without me. Not so good. I went to Nicoline to have my own holiday. Good.

You can see I have mixed feelings about this. But, as a dog, I usually think positive. You know me: always on the bright side. And I think my own holiday will turn out fine. Because I am not only with Nicoline, but with my favorite pack, too! The Bandidos! Boss is here, and Stitch and Swiff and a lot of other rough friends. We will have loads of fun. Chasing each other on the beach and all that.

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You won’t hear from me for some time, because being with the Bandidos is hard work. There won’t be any time for quiet writing. Sorry about that! I will tell you all about my adventures later. So long!

What a year

I notice that during these days a lot of humans look back at the past year. We dogs normally don’t do that: we do not muse about the past, we do not dream about the future, we are always and totally living in the present. But I can make an exception for my human readers. Actually, it is quite nice to look back on the last year! If it was a good year, that is.

My year was certainly a good one! I made some great new friends:

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We did a lot of nice long walks:

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We had awesome holidays, in the mountains and near the sea!

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There was plenty of time to snooze in the sun:

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And new culinary experiences:

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Yes, it was a good year. I hope you had a splendid year, too!

Look-alike

Look who I met on the beach again: my look-alike!

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She is my friend from Greece, she arrived this year at her new home in Holland. She lived in the shelter in Athens, the same shelter where I grew up. It was nice to meet her again. We gossiped a bit about the shelter back in Athens and then we started to run. After that we investigated our surroundings. We like it in Holland, especially the beaches: they are huge! Great for running.