M published a book! She calls it a sexy thriller, whatever that means. This is what it looks like:
I like the story, it is an exciting one. But there is something I find rather shocking: there is no dog in it! Not one single dog. They talk about dogs, in just one part of the story, but that is it. How is this possible? I really, really have to have a serious conversation with M.
I am a nice, good dog, so of course I will recommend reading this book. Of course. And also because otherwise she won’t feed me my dinner tonight. This is where to get it (the book, not the dinner):
Yesterday M and P and I had a little party, all by ourselves. I am not sure why, but that doesn’t matter I guess. Maybe it was because M’s second thriller has been published this week. Anyway: they opened a special bottle for this occasion. I really like these kind of bottles, because they have this thing that goes flying high into the air.
P opened the bottle and I followed the orbit of the thing:
Than I searched for it and found it at the back of the garden. It is wonderful stuff to play with, so I did:
I chewed on it and threw it in the air and tossed it around with my paws. Than I offered it to M and P, so they could play with it too.
But they did not want it, because they were too busy with the contents of the bottle. Strange. Sometimes I do not understand humans.
Today is a beautiful day in Holland. There is sunshine, white clouds, grey clouds and showers and a little bit of wind. I like that, it is adventurous weather! But not too adventurous, not the kind of weather that tosses my ears and makes my fur stand up in the wind. I like that weather too, but it is more tiring. Weather like this:
So the weather today is fine and so is the morning. I am not a morning person, I told you before, but that does not mean I do not like to go out in the morning. I love to go out in the morning, to do a lazy walk, sniff the air, enjoy the wet grass under my slender feet. I am totally happy, I just do not feel like playing with other dogs in the morning, that’s all.
Just in front of our house is a nice area with water and grass and little trees, where I can stroll at leasure. Sometimes I chase ducks and then I run, but most of the times I just potter around, investigating.
Like I did this morning. When we came back we had breakfast and now I am snoozing in my favorite chair. We will go on a longer walk later in the day, I am sure. M is busy writing a new story, a thriller for another customer, the second one she is writing. She is happy and so am I. Although I would never want to write a book, it is way too long and therefore too much work. Blogging is perfect for me.
Yesterday AND the day before M was so busy that she did not have time to walk with me! She has been looking at this luminous device for hours on end. While outside the sun was shining! Jeez. What is it with humans that they can’t get their priorities right?
I tried to get her attention, of course. I ran around the rooms, dragging Chuck with me. I jumped up and down in front of M. I made special noises to emphasize the importance of Going Out. It did not work. Until today. I am glad to say that we just returned from the beach, both M and I.
It was glorious, as usual. I ran and fetched balls and got my toes wet. M walked and breathed the healthy salty air. She told me we will go to the beach together again every day, from now on. I’ll remind her of that promise! Starting maybe… at seven in the morning, every morning? So she won’t forget.
By the way, this is what she was so busy with. M wrote a book, a thriller, for an organization. She is kind of proud about it, so I am too.