By Claudia Hildebrandt on Mar 01, 2010
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Hello me again,
as you already know, I love to stroll through the forest with Jetti. Every time it is a new adventure. She and me are an excellent team. I go in front and peek around and check out every path. And if I'd be able to, I would shield my eyes with my praw and spy with slitted eyes, like one of these scouts you'd often see in old western. When I finished the discover I elegantly hop around on my hind legs and sprint back the path. That's fun!
One day we went off-road through the forest. Jetti and me followed a fox track over a little hill when all of the sudden that fellow stood in front of us. We freezed, and then this little bastard snapped at us. - Woof, beat it!
We were so sc... surprised, that we really forgot to chase him. Never mind! Next time his number is up and he must be prepared. No mercy, my friend!
I forgot to mention - in fact it sounded more like: squeak! Don't. Hahahaha, we scared him.
or all bad things come in twos.
Hi readers, fans, admirers, lovers, adorers,
of me. Long time no see.
The last 4 weeks were very turbulent in one way and very uninspiring the other way.
Four weeks ago, Mom, Jette and me drove to the forest. It was one of the last sunny autumn days. The colored leaves of the trees flashes the light in yellow, red and orange. The air was fresh, and it wasn't cold. Jette and me sat on the front seat together ( for the first time, Jette let me ) and looked out of the windshield. It was late morning and we passed a lot of trippers, who wanted to enjoy one of the last warm days of the year and so do we.
As we arrived, Jette and me jumped off the car and immediately started to stroll around waiting for Mom to be ready.
Mom went to the back of the SUV and lift the bike out of it. Excitedly we barked:" Hurry up, Mom, Come on, let's go!" "Settle down, in a jiffy I am ready. I have to close the car. But before, I must park the bike, somewhere." Mom looked around searching for a place to park the bike. " Ah, the tree, there I lean it against." She turned, and suddenly she cried "ouch" and fell to the ground, to grimace with pain. "Oh, oh, ouch, ouch, ouch", Mom whined. She held her left ankle. I had heard it to, it was not very loud, but it was clearly a crack. "Shit, shit, shit, ouch ,ouch ouch", Mom still whined. "It is broken, for sure." "Jetti, Jetti." I shouted. "What? Is Mom ready, at last? Are we going?" she shouted back happily. "Come here, hurry. Something happened."
Jette and me looked helpless and caring. "That's the end of our walk?" I asked Jetti. "That's that! What a pity." she answered. "How can we help?" I looked at her. "Guess there is nothing to do right now." Jetti shrugged with her shoulders. "Alrighty, let's not waste time and spend energy. Catch me, catch me if you can." I ran away and asked Jette to follow me. Meanwhile, Mom had stood up and laid face down in the back of the SUV. She wasn't whining anymore, but I heard her groaning. "Alright, alright, the pain fades, pain go away, pain go away." She stood up, hopped to the bike, grabbed it, hopped back to the back of the SUV, smashed the bike into the back and ordered:" Jetti, Hoschi, come on, hop, we'll drive back home. Sorry, but that's it." The colored leaves of the trees flashes the light in yellow, red and orange. The air was fresh, and it wasn't cold. Jette and me sat on the front seat together again and looked out of the windshield. I was really sad.
Few days later, Mom packed her bag and kept away for seven days. When she came home, she hopped between two sticks. First I was afraid of them, but I learned they are walking sticks and called crutches. Dad is really busy. He works a lot, does the buying, helps Mom and walks Jette and me, but just two times a day, but we have a garden and Jette and me can play there, if we want to. But mostly we won't. Jette preferably likes to stay at Mom's side. But since last week we started to drive to the forest again, and Mom began to walk again, carefully.
What a blitheness!!
We'll back soon, we'll bounce back!
cu later, alligator,
Hello ( snivelling),
this is one of my bad days ( sobbing ).
All started well this morning ( snivelling ). I was on patrol as every morning ( I told you before ). And as usual I trailed Dad along the way and met Manja, the black, beautiful poodle damsel and barked at her: Good morning, hottie! You look so sexy today, cara mia." She barked back:"Good morning, cutie. What does cara mia mean ?" - "My darling, sweetheart." - "Dream on, Gigolo."
UUh, that's huge progress. Slowly but surely she falls for me - hehehe ( grinning ). I went along, round the next corner into the street were I usually do my number two. Well, after that I always feel much better. I couldn't have stand it any longer.
Moving on, we halted at the next corner to cross the street when something caught my eye. There was a little movement on the ground. Mom and dad didn't notice me, they were talking about something. Curiously I approached to it - ouch - what was it, something pricked me. I hobbled - ouch-ouch: " Hey Dad, hey Mom, there is something in my paaaahw ( sobbing ). Pull it ooouuut! Buck uuuuuhhhhhh-uuuuuhhh up (spasmodic sobbing )!!!" Dad was first, he held my paw, mom kneeled down and searched for a sting - she couldn't find it - there was none. I sat down, held up high the paw and cried at the non visible moon:"UUUhhhh uuuuhh, woooooof wooooof uuuhhh ( weeeping, howling)."
Everyone should hear my pain!
Dad looked frightened:"Hurry up,take the car, we'll drive to the vet!" Mom looked at him:"Are you serious? Nothing to see. Hoschi overacts." - "No, no, I never heard him weeping this way before. Go, and take the car." Right, go, take the car,mom. As if I would ever oooouuuhhhhveraaaaaauuuuuhhh..ct ( sobbing and weeping). Dad hauled me up on his shoulder and mom ran off to take the car. In different directions and Jetti was confused.
Dad carried me home ( gasping )- I did not know why. Mom was already off to take the car. However, I appreciate his sympathy for my suffer. Really.
The vet said, I stepped on a bee and this bastard stabbed me, before it died. Fairly enough ( sobbing )! The vet then stabbed me with a cortison injection - not fair( weeping ).
Jette was happy that she wasn't stabbed this time.
At home again, I gladly sank in the cuddly pillows on the couch( snivelling ).
bye-bye, see you soon,
long time no see. Sorry, but I was very, very busy lately.
The last weeks were extremly stressfull. We were planning mom's and dad's wedding. So they hadn't had the time to go out to the forest with us. We were allowed to pee in the garden and had to stay in the house, while Mom and Dad hectically ran from here to there and from there to here.
After all was done, a few days before the wedding, they couldn't fall asleep, so we had some looooooong nights again.
You may refuse to believe it, but I really need my beauty sleep - sure, I don't really need it, I'm already a beau.But I love sleeping. And I like it comfortable. I make myself comfortable on the couch, or in the bed of mom and dad, and I love my comfi dog basket full of cuddly pillows. I like to prevent any movements and try to make only the slightest movements. Believe me, I'm an expert in micromotions. The best place is sitting in the middle of the living room, so I can turn on my butt in any direction to notice everything that's going on.
And then it was the day of the wedding. We, Jette and me, weren't allowed to attend the wedding. We had to stay in the house of our dogsitter - that was a silly thing to do and irksome. So much for dressing me up in black and white to match dads best suit!
But the next day we joined the party and that was very exhausting,too, but fun. Jette even danced. Me not, expectedly.
And then the party was over, the guests departed and all went back to normal and I could lay down in my dog basket full of cuddly pillows, felt asleep and made only the slightest movements. What wonderful days !
they call me Hoschi and that's for a reason.
Day-to-day I am watching dad working at his "thingy", hitting the small pieces and staring on the screen all day long, while I sleep away the day on the couch with my sister.
But today I made up my mind. Now it is my turn: I become a blogdog.
Every morning I walk my dad. As soon as we left the door I usually turn right and start my early morning patrol.
First, I see Manja, the black poodle lady. I really like it to make a beeline for her every morning, and every morning she is really frightened. Satisfied I can proceed.
I am very snoopy and check out everything and everyone thoroughly.
So I realized this morning, too that last evening the neighbours cat crossed the street again at the same place and slipped through the same whole in the fence. I stuck my head through it, as yesterday morning, because, I told you before, I am very curious.
But again the cat wasn't there anymore, so I stepped backwards ... and my head got stuck. "Ho! Ho! Hoschi" - said dad. "stand still, I''ll help you out, big head", and he pulled my head out. Frankly, I felt a bit sheepish about it.
As we kept moving I heard dad mumbling:" Every morning the same procedure, sucks! You are not a big headed, you are pig-headed. Pig-headed Hoschi, pig-headed big headed Hoschi... I think I gonna call you piggy." Hahaha, how screamingly funny, okay- now stop it. No, do not come up with even more sophisticated names.
The rest of the patrol was quiet. We didn't met any other shabby dog today,unfortunately. So I could make my business.
Luckily, dad decided to go to the bakery and bought some biscuits. I always get one and take it home in my muzzle. I love it because the people walking by look at me smiling, and saying:" Oh look, the dog, isn't it cute." Oh yes, mam, I am.
Claudia Hildebrandt \* Sytems Engineer \* Sun Microsystems GmbH \* Berlin \*