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Strange day

There is something weird going on. M and P are usually good to me, but today they give me presents, out of the blue! This is what I just got:

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Strange looking thing, but it is for eating. Which I did, after playing with it first, of course:

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So now the strange looking thing is gone, but the strangeness of the day remains. Because it was not the first tasty thing I got today – I must have done something really good, although I can’t remember what. Well, it is nice to have me around, of course. I don’t have to do something in particular to deserve a reward, right? That must be it. M and P are just extremely happy they are with me.


Throw ball!

I am very relieved. Yesterday Cesar Millan’s show was in Amsterdam and we did not go. Mr. Millan must have told M the show was booked, as I asked him! Thank you, mr. Millan! I will be forever grateful. Because now we went to do fun things this weekend.

We went to a campsite in the woods, with our campervan, and stayed the night. It was very nice: quiet and sunny and with lots of interesting smells. Just outside the terrain the ground was all messed up, burrowed by something that smelled like wild boar. It was mouth watering!

We took some long walks and, the best part of it, P threw balls for me. He threw very far, so I had to run very fast. This is us, playing:

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Boy friend

All my friends are dogs, with one exception. I find it hard to call a human a friend, because humans are a very different category. We don’t understand each other all the time and I believe friends should (okay, maybe I am a romantic kind of dog).

Anyway, there is one human who is my true friend. His name is Mats and this is him:

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Mats looks a lot like me: he is skinny and bouncy and very energetic too! He wants to play with me all the time, he throws balls and we run together, very fast. We even play my favorite shoe game: he shuffles his feet and I jump around and nibble on his shoes, loosening his laces. I like him very much.

Go and play?

Yesterday something happened and it got me thinking. Thinking about humans and dogs and that sometimes we really do not understand each other. Some humans, that is, not my human M, of course (hey, I still have to get my dinner and I know she is reading this)! Maybe this sounds familiar to you, I’ll explain what happened.

We were in the forest, M and I. I was sniffing around, there were two other dogs doing the same. A few minutes before we had met each other, sniffed each other and then got along with investigating the surroundings. Then this human came walking towards us, with her dog. Her dog was not happy to be there, we smelled that immediately. So we left her alone. That is what balanced dogs do, you know: if you want peace, we give you peace. Simple.

But the human of this dog did not like that. She kept on saying to her dog: ‘Oooh, here are some friends for you, go and play! Go on!” Her dog obviously did not feel like it. Her tail was between her legs, she was looking away from us, her tongue licking her mouth nervously. She wanted to get away, but she was on a leash so she couldn’t. Her human dragged her towards us, telling our humans that her dog was afraid and it would be good for the dog if she would play with friendly, well mannered dogs (I think she meant us). The humans started their usual chitchat about dogs and the weather. The poor nervous dog had to stand near us. The other dogs and I ignored her as much as we could, feeling a bit embarrassed for her.

In the end we did not play with her, of course not. You can not force dogs to play. And you know what? Not every dog wants to play with every other dog. Sometimes I don’t feel like playing at all. Sometimes a dog wants to play with me, but he is not my type. Or the other way around. That is absolutely fine. We dogs don’t care: we say hello and go our own way. It is the humans who make such an issue about this. That is what I was thinking about. Why do humans think we should play so much, even with dogs we do not know? Do humans play with every stranger they meet in the street? Of course not! Why do they think we want to?

The dancer

Today I’d like you to meet Kiesja, the labradoodle I wrote about earlier. It turns out she is not just an ordinary labradoodle: she is a Australian labradoodle, also known as the Australian Cobber Dog. Sorry I got that wrong, Kiesja!

I just read the brand specifications and it turns out that Kiesja is very friendly, active and social. Well, I already knew that and by the way, most dogs are. The brand is also designed to be good as a therapy dog and Kiesja told me she is in training to be one! That is exciting. She will visit elderly people and sick children and cheer them up. Nice, I hope they will have some slices of pizza for her as a reward!

Furthermore she likes doggy dancing and dog brainwork and stuff like that, so she is active all right. When we are together we don’t do things like that, we just run and play and fight a little. As girls do. Yes, we pull each others hair and since her hair is much longer than mine, I really like to do that!

This is her. Nice and furry, right?



A day in the mountains

We are in the Spanish Pyrenees and it is really nice here. I’ll show you what we do here on an average day. First we walk for some hours. It is hot and dusty, but there are sources where I can drink. Like this:

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Then we have a picnic at a lovely spot. I like it most when we rest near a little river, so I can play in the water. There are some good sticks for grabs here:

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At the end of the day we get back at the campervan. M and P relax and so do I. It is a bit tiring, you know, walking for hours and having to guard M and P all the time. Usually I sleep in the sun. As a Greek dog, I like the warmth. If it gets too hot, I lie down in the shade.

Bubbles is tired

Managing rude dogs

Everyone with a good looking, muscular body can tell you you have to maintain it. So do I. It takes a lot of training to get a body like this, I can tell you. We train every day. Usually, we start here:

Grassy walk

It is near a canal and has lots of lovely smells: mice living in the grass, dead fish that lie on the shore and duck shit. One day I even found a pile of little white buns!!! I had to be quick then, because I know from earlier experience that M does not want me to eat this. Of course I outwitted her and managed to eat at least three buns before she chased me away.

After our warming up at the canal, we go to the forest. This is it:

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It is pretty, hey? There are lots of dogs there, usually, to play with. There are some mean dogs too, which I avoid. Sometimes avoiding is better than fighting, you know. Especially if they are bigger than you. Managing mean dogs is very easy, I’ll tell you how to do it. When a mean dog approaches you (head low, staring at you, backhairs standing up, sometimes even growling already – all very nasty and unmannerly) you act as if there is something very interesting next to you. You stop, turn and start sniffing. This means you are not looking at the rude dog anymore, which always takes him by surprise. Then you walk on in an airy way, sniffing here and there, still not looking at the ill-mannered dog, until you are past him. Then you turn around, laugh him in the face and run as fast as you can.

By the way: this method only works when you are a fast dog. Otherwise just keep on walking and sniffing and ignoring the rude dog, until you don’t see him anymore. Then start gossiping and post his picture on Twitter. Or, better: enlist him and his boss in a Cesar Millan training. That will teach them!

When M is busy, we go home after our walk in the forest. Sometimes, when we have more time, we walk on to the beach. This is it:


It is great. I like it even more than the forest, because I can run really fast here. Sometimes there are little crabs for eating. Usually there are a lot of other dogs, so I can fetch their balls and invite them to play with me.

After two hours or so (I know, because M tells me) we go home. I get a nice little doggy snack, a big gulp of water and I can sleep for the rest of the afternoon. Life is good.