We had a nice run, M and I. We did our usual walking track, through the forest and the dunes and the beach and back. But this time we did it as a running training, well, kind of a running training. As I wrote before M does this training that feels more like playing than like a heavy workout. I like that, I always prefer playing above serious stuff. The catch in this method is that it feels like playing but actually it is quite a workout, M tells me. I wouldn’t know about that, it doesn’t feel like a workout to me. It is just fun, hiking through the forest and the dunes. The pace is not running to me, just a slightly quicker walk.
On the beach M sets me loose so I can do some real running. This morning I ran as fast as I could through the water and I raced over the sand. I am the fastest dog on the beach! I love it.
After this we returned home, M running and me trotting next to her. It would be nice if we could run together, but M would have to become zillions times faster than she is now. She has been training for some time and it hasn’t happened, so I guess this is it for her. P is too slow for me too. Now I think of it: I never met a human who is as fast as I am. So I guess I will have to run on my own. Well, that is okay, I don’t mind.
I like chasing birds and cats and little dogs, but most of all I like to chase foxes. I did it once. We were walking through a field and there it was, a slender fox, right in front of me. In cases like this I do not hesitate: I was off full speed immediately. The fox saw me too (they are not stupid, you know) and started to run towards some bushes. In order to get there, it had to cross the path where we were walking. I sensed where it was going and I raced towards the bushes too, intercepting the fox on his way there. I missed him by half a nose length – he escaped in the prickly bushes. Men, he was fast!
It was the best chase I ever had.
I would love to get another chance of hunting fox. So you can imagine I was thrilled when we were walking in the dunes and there it was, a big fat fox. Just sitting there, in the sunlight.
I smelled it and my muscles started to tense. It was pretty far away and there was a hollow with some prickly bushes between us, so I had to think up a clever plan in order to make this hunt succeed. Then the fox did this:
He arched his back to shit! This was a great opportunity for me, the moment to start the chase. You see: when one defecates, one is temporarily focussed on just that. One can not run and defecate at the same time. Every dog knows this. This was my chance to get close to the fox, he would never be able to outrun me.
But to my great misfortune M had me on a leash and would not let me go. I couldn’t believe she did not let me, I still can’t believe it. This could have been my one and only chance to chase a fox again! I am depressed, really depressed.
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.
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!
We just returned from the beach and it was awesome. It has been storming all night, so the sea was rough and the air was clean. I did not meet any friends, M and I were alone. So we played ball and I ran.
Every dog loves the beach. The space, the vastness… no matter rain or sunshine or storm, it is always very nice to be there. Running on the beach is a great way to start the day!
I had a great morning. The sun was shining, it was as warm as springtime. Although of course it is autumn, the air smells of old leaves and earth.
We went to the beach and P and M threw ball for me. My favorite ball, the one with a hole in the middle. Great for catching.
I am not only the fastest dog on the beach; I can jump pretty high, too. I just stretch my long body and push myself with my hind legs, up. Easy.
We dogs are very versatile in our movements. We can run extremely fast, dig huge holes and we can jump high in the air, as my friend Jojo demonstrates in this picture:
This pic is a lucky shot by Nicoline, my personal trainer. She also made this pic, it shows how well we can stand on our hind legs. Another move we excel in:
Yes we can do a lot of things, but some dogs overdo it. I mean one particular movement: bouncing. All puppies bounce, that is normal. It is how we explore our strength and learn what our bodies are capable of. But when a dog has grown-up and he still bounces, that is not okay. At least, we dogs think so. Look at what happens when we play: when we are bounced upon, we snarl. And rightly so, because bouncing is very rude.
Oddly though, a lot of humans seem to accept that they are bounced upon. When their dogs are playing they tell each other: be careful, brace yourself for the impact! And they bend their legs, so they won’t fall when they are hit by their dog. That is a silly thing to do! Yes it is true that some dogs keep on bouncing when they are grown-up and some breeds even do it a lot, like boxers and bulls. But that doesn’t mean humans should accept being bounced upon! I mean: I don’t like begin run over by a 60 kilos bullmastiff. I don’t think humans like that either. They don’t need to, you know. My personal trainer for instance never gets bounced upon, because she is very clear she won’t accept it. Like the famous dog whisperer himself. I gather he doesn’t get bounced upon very often, too.
It is all about respect, really. We dogs do not accept it when another dog bumps into us and I think humans should act the same.
Look who I met on the beach again: my look-alike!
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.