It is a ritual, really! It becomes a tradition, really!

One hour before our dinner, me and the française think it is time to get the attention of dad! He is the one preparing our dinner, you see!

We start walking around and want to get petted! If that does not work – which is about every day – , we start the big means! We start playing. First quietly and then we start running around the place. 😉

This time, after a quarter of an hour of playing, in one way or another, mum got the red blinking thing activated without me noticing. Because I stop being a mad airedale and I act like a lady before the eye of the camera, you see! I really do! Don’t laugh at me, I’m the tooting-model of the house, as you know! ❤

Not this time… 😉 So you see the end of the madhouse-time and the resting-moment! 😉