Hello … from this side!

Dear grandpa Lennox

Today, two years ago you went to the Rainbow Bridge. I remember you being carried out in your bed, to the green clothes’ place… and never coming back.

Me and mum and dad, we still miss you. You will never be forgotten although we have this française in the house now.❤

I already told you about the new little one. I’m the oldest little one now: I get my dinner first, I get treats first… and so on! You know all about that!
I never realised you were that patient with me! It seems that I spend my days with waiting now for the new little one to obey! My dogness!😉

But maybe I’m a little bit different: if I claim MY bed, I get it! You never claimed it!😉
If I want a toy I get it, although we mostly play with cardboard! That’s the safest thing these days, mum says… although she has to clean up after us!
And you remember my shoppingbag? I still have it, and if I claim it, I get it from this française!
Anyhow, sissie Lizzie is the sweetest thing ever… when she sleeps!😉❤

So grandpa, have a nice rememberance-arrival-party tonight, up there at the Bridge! We’ll think of you!❤

Big wet kisses
Kita Van ’t Asbroek

PS Some pics to prove that I claim and get it!😉 As you well know from experience! hahaha!😉



Finally… she got it, my mum!

I told her again, and again and again. And do you think she listens? No!… Stubborn mum… she surely was an airedale in a previous live!🙂

Every time, at breakfast and at dinner time, the française wanted my food! She seemed not to like hers! Than, when I finished mine, she started to eat hers with “long teeth”, we say in Dutch. That means: without appetite and very slowly. She never finished hers!😦
And I would not finish hers neither…😉

So I started to explain to my mum: give her the same as I get. Well, it took some time, but since a few days sissie Lizzie gets the same food as I get. One problem solved! Maybe she will grow a bit!🙂❤ And get a lady-figure!😉

But now there is a new problem…😦
We have to sit quietly and wait while mum or dad prepare dinner… Oh, my dogness. Ooooohooohoooh, my dogness! Explain that to this française!
So it takes very long, and then I mean: VERY LONG before we finally get it. Every time this Lizzie-baby starts running and jumping, mum or dad wait and don’t go on preparing… Get the picture?😦

But then: moment suprême! I get my dinner first! I’m the oldest! And only then the ‘new little one’ gets hers. hahaha!🙂



My physique is… as it should be!

p1400996-85x100– “Dad, Kita is constantly teasing me avec ma figure…”
– “What’s wrong with it, Lizzie? What’s the problem?”
– “She claims I’m way too short and she says she outweighs me by half my weight.”
– “Well, Lizzie, I’m afraid she does have a point there. You see, an Airedale Lady should be about 22-23 inches tall (55-58 cm), and you’re barely 52 cm (20,5 inches) at the shoulder. Moreover, a “Queen of Terriers” should weigh approximately 20-25 kg (44-55 pounds) – as does Kita by the way – and you… What is your weight anyway?”
– “Mon Dieu! Quelle question! How should I know?”

This somewhat awkward conversation took place shortly before our visit to the vet’s, of which I told you the details earlier. What I didn’t mention then, is this: right after entering the vet’s reception hall, Dad lead me to a little platform, where he repeatedly ordered me to “Sit!” and “Stay!” – in Dutch: “Zit!” and “Blijf!” – two commandes I already master quite well. I must have impressed him by doing exactly that, because he seemed pleased with mon attitude.😉 Less so, however, with what he saw on the display behind me…😦

[Unfortunately, Mum didn’t have her blinking thing ready – at least, that’s what Kita says it’s called, but I have my doubts about that… – pour prendre la photo of me performing well on the weighing scale, so we re-post a picture here of Lady Kita doing the same some time ago.]

Anyway, “17,8-18” Dad said to Mum. I didn’t think much of it then, but I understand now that he was referring to my weight, and that his slightly concerned gaze had to do with me! Surely he meant kilograms and not pounds, but still… This whole weight thing puzzles me, though. Kita is at least five times my age, and I’m not a full grown AireLady yet! So, four years from now I’ll be weighing five times more than I do now, n’est-ce pas, which is an awful lot more than bragging and teasing Lady Kita!  On verra bien!🙂

Sissie Lizzie


Teaching about… the inspection business!

These days are quite busy! I have a lot on my mind you know! There is this française at our house now: sissie Lizzie! I can assure you she is a paw-full for me!😉
Because she is only one year old, she has a lot to learn! And not only because this little sissie is only one year old! She never heard about all kind of businesses!😦

My mum was a teacher before she became a library-mum. And here they say: once a teacher, always a teacher! If there is someone who can affirm that, well that’s me! So, I know how teachers act, hahahaha!😉

My human grandparents died more than 30 years ago. We sometimes go to visit them in a bizar place: lots of stones and little paths. 
This time I had to present sissie Lizzie❤ to them, but I also had some inspection to do! There was this very big plant behind the stone. It had to be removed, people of the town hall told so.
And another man did the job, so I had to inspect!🙂

Gave a great lesson to the française! She never saw a cimetery, so first lesson: act subdued! Do not bark! Don’t pull on the leash! Be silent. That part was very okay: my sissie is not stupid, that’s for sure!🙂
Then I showed her how to inspect everything. Well that took some more energy! In stead of doing a thorough job… wel you can see in the pics… she preferred to lay down with this incredible face: is this how I do this?😦
Still lot of teaching-work to do… I can assure you!😉

PS Before pics are of last year and the year before!


My introduction to… the Green Clothes

p1400996-85x100“This is not good, Lizzie, not good at all.” Kita is sitting next to me in the backseat of the car, and she looks really worried. What is wrong with her? Is she seeing ghosts or something? In my opinion everything is parfait. For all I know we may be heading to a playground or a dog park. “I know where we are going,” she hisses, “and I don’t like what I’m seeing.”

The longer the drive, the more nervous she gets. She rattles on about her Grandpa Lennox. She claims he went to some ‘Rainbow Bridge’ long before I arrived, a week ago. “He warned me about how troublesome the Green Clothes are,” she gasps. I don’t understand… What is she talking about? This just seems another fun ride to me. Il n’y a pas de souci!

Every day is une aventure, you know, in this new home and with these awfully nice people who care for me now. Why worry? I’m only starting to get settled in my promising situation! Kita continuously wants to warn me about things, though, which is annoying because – well, vous savez – “she ‘knows’…” Frankly, I think it spoils it a bit for me, n’est-ce pas?

Anyway, we seem to be arriving at our destination. Dad drives into a sinister underground parking area. It is somewhat spooky, I must admit, but is this really giving Kita the creeps? “No, no!” she whispers. “This is the easy part. Wait and see.” Mum and Dad take us both into a well illuminated hallway full of doggie accessories. You see? On va s’amuser!

Kita doesn’t even seem to notice the bags of dogfood and the doggie toys. Mum talks to a few people behind a counter, while Dad sits on a bench and starts cuddling me. So far, so good, I’d say! Moreover, all the people behind the counter are wearing… blue clothes! Kita must really be suffering from hallucinations. I myself am beginning to enjoy this trip!

Enters a Tall Man… in Green Clothes!

Dad immediately jumps up, Mum takes whining Kita with her, and all together we follow the man to… to… I know what this is! It is very similar to a place where I went in my homeland –je suis française, vous savez – and… it’s a vet’s cabinet! Je comprends: Kita needs some treatment for her hallucinations! Or maybe something else is wrong with her?

The Tall Man points at me, however, and he is talking to… me! I don’t understand a word he says. He sounds nice, but then again: in Dutch they all do! Dad picks me up and puts me on a high table. Je deviens folle! I freeze and keep perfectly still, while the Tall Man performs a thorough medical examination. Oh, oh, I don’t like this anymore, I want to get out of here!

[A few hours later]

Eh bien, after all it was just a piece of cake, vous savez. Kita underwent an examination too, and as I gather the situation, nothing is wrong with either of us. I’m “in heat”, if I heard that properly. I don’t know what that means but I don’t seem to be suffering from anything, so… I didn’t quite get the “sterilization” part, but that won’t be a problem either, n’est-ce pas?

Sissie Lizzie


New … morning habits!

Mum, listen to me! There is no heat! It is autumn, you put on a coat! Don’t talk about heat!
That’s what mum and dad are talking about… ‘heat’ or something like that. It has to do with the française!😉
Mum says that is why we don’t go to the huge dogpark but to the little one. When my friends are there, we even don’t go in! Go figure! All because of this heat-thing. I really don’t know what happened to mum and dad: putting on coats and bonnets in the morning and then talking about heat! My dogness, these humans are so unpredictable!😉

Anyhow, when there are no friends, we go into the little dogpark. I mind less these days when there are no friends because of the française. She keeps me busy! My dogness, she does!🙂

We play all kind of games. This morning we got a ball! Because I’m a lady I gave it to Lizzie, of course! We ran and played! About the running business, Lizzie has a lot to learn to become a lady! She runs like a kangoroo! Hahahaha.🙂 Proof is in the movie!😉
We had fun, anyway!!

There is news… and there is news!

Dear grandpa Lennox

Yes I know, I do not write often enough… but that is because you always say you know everything at the Bridge!😉
This time I write you… just in case you missed this news!😉

Listen very carefully! I am no longer “the little one” in this household. Although mum says I will always be! As you said!

Anyway, there is another little one. Yes, she is smaller than I am (you were too, remember!) but she is also younger! She is one year old! And you would like to hear this: just as you she is a rescue!❤
I couldn’t pronounce her name correctly! Mum and dad were a bit irritated, but in the end, they agreed (as very often, I get it my way, hahahaha) So, we call her Lizzie! It is a bit different from Lilly, but she likes it more! She comes instantly if you call her with Lizzie!
You see, mum and dad understand that I am the one knowing best concerning dales!😉

My little sissie Lizzie is  a special one, with special manners! Grandpa, you would not believe your eyes! ‘La française’ is a real daddy’s girl! As you were daddy’s boy! Don’t be jealous, it is all right, we will NEVER forget you!❤

It’s fun to have her here, but some moments I prefer to be an only dog, really, and than I act stubborn… Mum says that ladies know better than that, and maybe she is right, for one time… because I often forget to be grumpy and I’m the one challenging sissie Lizzie to play, hahaha! 

Grandpa, and there also is this: she took my bed! Yes, you burst out in laughter now… I know… I always took your bed… My turn? Mum says history repeats itself!😉

I also send you some pics, just in case you don’t see her too well from high up there, at the Bridge!❤

Big hugs and love❤
Kita Van ’t Asbroek

Bad news and good news… circle of life!

Sometimes I tell you about my family! You know that! And as it is often in life, I have to tell bad news sometimes. About 10 months ago I had to tell you about my uncle Pol going to the Bridge.desmond12-240x324
Well today I have to tell you that my grandfather Desmond Van ’t Asbroek went to the Rainbow Bridge!😦 He probably is making funny jokes now with my grandpa Lennox… They were really that kind of guys!🙂

And surely he is looking with lots of love and proud to his great-grand-children and bluffing about them to my grandpa!

Just born babies! They are the babies of my cousin Many Roses, she is a granddaughter of my grandpa Desmond  too, you see! I know we have a big, complicated family! And my uncle Klassico (Chico for the friends) is the grandpa of the babies!🙂
To difficult for you? I know, I am a genius in these family-things!😉

But just have a look at these babies! Soooo cute! And so many!!! 11!!! Much more then expected! A few of the little guys still look for a later-on-home and mum and dad!

Look at the pics! Mum, listen carefully to me: I want a scarf like these little ones! What? Only for babies? I had one as a baby? And ladies don’t wear baby-scarfs, that’s true!😉

What a day: my grandpa Des to the Bridge and then he has this 11 great-grand-children… My mum calls this THE CIRCLE OF LIFE…


I like this! … I really do!

My doggiemum’s human dad said it is not good to wash a dale lady too often… I agree! But I like it though, although it is only twice a year! We do not talk about my paws now, I can assure you, my paws are washed almost every day, some days even twice!😉

No I am talking about this lukewarm water that falls softly on your back, and first water smells a little bit and gets me clean, mum says… But then all the other lukewarm water! Oh, yes, it is lovely! Grandpa loved it too! he did! So do I!❤

And then comes the shaking time! Mum says: Schudden! (Shake!) And then I shake and the water is flying all around! (have a good look at one of the pics!) Then she takes a towel and rubs me dry… she tries… I can shake again!😉

Best part? I go in my little house for half an hour and I get this delicious bully stick and another treat to clean my teeth!🙂