Bloop, blooper… bloopest!

We had some very nice days, in the middle of winter, it felt like spring, even summer… me and mum made nice walks, ohh yes… and we had a lot of fun too! We laughed and laughed… ❤

And now you want to know why, don’t you! Well, we tried to make some selfies. Mum is not that clever with the black box that speaks too as she is with her crochet-stick! I can assure you! 😉 🙂 Hahaha…

We tried our very best but… The result: a lot of bloopers! We post them anyway, don’t we, mum? So everybody can have a good laugh this sunday! yes!!! ❤



New business… entertainment-business!

It does not happen easily, but a few days ago, me and mum went to the small dogpark. The reason? Two puppies!
Puppies have to be socilad, mum says! 🙂

Socialised, Kita, socialised!!!

Okay, for the socilading of these two…

Socialising, Kita, socialising!

Okay, mum, I get it! For the socilading of these two, we went to the little dogpark. Well, if the française has Duracell-batteries, these two have Double Duracell! Ella, the black/brown one is 6 months old, if I remember well. The name of the other one, we forgot. That one  is even much younger than Ella. That we remember very well!

So, I was entertaining the little ones to socilad them. Although I say it myself, I did a great job! There are pics and video to proof it!

This socilad-lady did quite a good job! 🙂 Proof????? Got treats afterwards. Next day we went back without the red blinking thing though! 😦 But I got treats again!

PS Enjoy the pics and video! ❤



Lizzie, Lizzie! Look, this is… Lizzie!

When we came home from the huge dogpark, I called the française immediatly! Mum, where is she? Sleeping, you think? Lizzie, Lizzie!!!!!!!

Lizzie, Lizzie! I met Lizzie, 9 months old Lizzie! And she has Duracell-batteries as you have! My dogness, she can run! 🙂
Yes, we played a bit! Are you jealous now? I’ll show you the pics and the movie when mum puts it on the tv-typing-machine.
No, she is not an airedale, she is a poodle. Should ask mum though… 😉

Mum, every dog with the name Lizzie, do they all have of those batteries? 🙂 Why do you burst into laughter? 😉

PS After the playing, we did a little toot too. ❤ Movie is at the end! 😉

Lizzie and the Philosopher (Part 2): dumped on the waterfront

“You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am. Let’s face it.”

This unrivalled scene stems from the early fifties movie On the waterfront – a picture that I recommend wholeheartedly. Why do I quote the incomparable Marlon Brando here? What’s the point? Well, it’s all about that feeling! What it is like to be a failure, a weakling, a loser. Nobody conveys it better than he does, so strikingly, in these few sentences. Does that intense depressing sentiment surprise you at times as well?

Bent over Lizzie’s droppings is one of those moments in which I ask myself: what the hell am I doing? Lizzie gazes at me blankly, as if she were saying: don’t blame me, I did my thing as expected, and as far as I am concerned we can readily move on – I think I smell something intriguing over there, by the way… I point out to her – because I admit, that is what I do: I talk to her on our walks… – that I have to attend to my civil duties. The next moment I am messing around with my dog’s shit, as if we had committed a crime. The plastic bag –biodegradable, of course, what did you expect! – only gives in after a considerable struggle.

I won’t annoy you with an account of the occasions at which the bag, that we fatally bought too cheap of course, tears up and bursts open, and what this does to your hands, or your coat… Or the times at dusk that I planted the deep profiled sole of my boot in the soft excrements before I spotted them. Very unfortunate, for sure, but that is not what it is about here now. It is that moment, when you stand straight again, and you look around with the poop bag in your hand. You hadn’t noticed before, but… how much dirt is laying around here on the waterfront!

I feel like a loser, as I stand there, stricken, holding on to Lizzie’s poop bag. Conscientiously, I follow Lizzie around to catch her feces, while litter is ubiquitous with a blatant obviousness. Who throws all this rubbish on the ground? Don’t these people worry about our environment? Empty soda plastics, a package of half eaten fries with stew and mayonnaise (could have been curry sausage too, sniffing Lizzie undoubtedly knows it more accurately), a shattered Eristoff bottle (broken glass and dog paws: a no-go combination!)… Oh well, I’ll save you the details.

This is an ordinary weekday, not a Monday morning after a sunny summer weekend with lots of picnicking sunbathers, not The Day After a big event attended by thousands of people. No, an ordinary winter morning. I will not bore you with an apocalyptic description of what this place looks like after the New Year’s Eve frenzy… Suddenly it strikes me: why would I feel like a loser? Do I not consciously deposit the waste that I inevitably generate, in public trash cans? Am I to be considered a whiner then, if I complain about this obnoxious behaviour?

Who is the loser in this story after all? I imagine Marlon Brando saying to those who leave litter behind: “You don’t understand! You coulda had class. You coulda been a contender. You coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what you are. Let’s face it.” (jhv)




Birthday celebration with… a piggiesnoutparty!

Dear grandpa Lennox

Yes, I know, i do not write much. I’m a bit of a lazy Lady, you know. You don’t believe me? Well, it is becoming the truth…

You know, 2 days ago it was my birthday. I am 8 years old now. Mum says you calmed down at that moment. So do I, as long as the Française does not annoy me, of course.
I remember you were often talking about your old bones. Well, I think I start to understand. 😉 We went to see a new green cloth-sir. Grandpa, he is such a sweet guy, you would have loved him. He takes half an hour for you when you go there and you get examined very well but he is not brutal. You even do not feel the needles of the vaccinations. What? You don’t believe it? You should!! 😉

Your old bones? Mine get old too. Get treats as you did, mum calls them pills. Anyhow, they taste good. I like them.

For my birthday, me and the Française had a fototoot, to send to you to show you! Maybe you get a bit jealous… we had a piggiesnoutparty! Mmmmm… jummie! ❤ Do you have them at the Bridge too? 😉
I send you the bloopers of the toot too, so you can have a good laugh with us down here! 😉

Now I need a nap, writing letters is tiring and me and mum had very big walks today!

Have a great time at the Bridge!
Big hugs from the little one ❤ (although I was bigger than you anyway),

Kita van ’t Asbroek



Winter!… And the white stuff!

It does not happen very often… really not! Not every year, in fact! But this time, we got some of it a few days ago! What? Well, the white stuff! Mum calls it snow. 😉

The française seems to like it, mum said when dad was not home and she went out with her. Me? No, not that much, although I need to do my inspection business, also when there is the white stuff everywhere… 😉

So, when the white stuff stopped falling down, me and mum went out. When it is still falling, we go out too, but the red blinking does not! 😦 Mum says it will break down when white! 😦

Kind of fun, this time, although we did not go too far, only 1,5 km. Something is wrong with mum’s paw, that’s to say: her foot. She can’t go too far! 😉

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow… ❤

PS it was very high tide too, the water used the whole extra space!



Ugli?… Who is Ugli?

Few days ago, mum came home from the supermarket… No, I cannot go there, silly, i’m not allowed! So me and the française were inspecting her bag. She said she brought Ugli with her!

Mum, who on earth is Ugli, I do not see him! What? Not who but what?? Mum, listen, could you please talk some sense… this is not to understand. 😦

In the afternoon, she called me and said: this is an ugli. That’s a new fruit, mum? Are we going to eat this new ugli-thing? Ooh, good, we’ll see. Mum said she could taste it in the supermarket, lady there gave her a piece and it is yummie? We’ll see! 😉

Mum, this is a bit like an orange? Or a grapefruit? I can smell! Both? I think so too. Can I have a part? I first smell and when i think it is okay, than I eat! So I did! MMMm… yes, yummie! Then came the française, she was not to keen on it… I stayed!!!! And i winked: we eat this, the two of us! 😉 ❤



New guy in town… in our building!

Mum always forgets her red blinking thing… so I get really pissed off sometimes. Listen to this! Since more then two months we have a new neighbour in our building! He was 8 weeks old when he arrived! 😉

In the mean time, he is almost 5 months old but finally, finally mum got the red blinking thing to toot! 🙂
Let me present to you: Pavlov, the golden retriever! He is a darling! ❤

PS What a name! Mum calls me so when I come in hurry when she uses the whistle-language! Mmmm, I do not understand… I am an airedale-lady, not a goldie! 😉



Starting 2019… in toot-style

Hello friends, in the new year! Did you start in style, this 2019-thing? Well, we did! Because of the française who is very afraid of fireworks and little bombs going off (this naughty young boys here!!!), we went to the seaside! 🙂

Really, my poor sissie trembled often these days. I do not mind, you know. When I was very small, me and mum walked outside during thunder and we even went to see these nice coloured things in the air. All before I was 16 weeks old… So, I don’t mind… But I really pity my little sissie, I let her sleep in my bed, you know! At the seaside less fireworks and little bombs, so she quickly became her old self! Yeeeey!!!! 😉 🙂 ❤

Then I told mum we should start the 2019-thing in style, with a fototoot on the beach to show my friends. This time she did not mention the always-the-same-thing, so off we went… ❤

Here are the pics and even a bit of a movie! 😉 Enjoy, as well as the rest of the 2019-thing, as said before! 😉


2019… 2019… 2019!

This lady, the française, dad and mum want to wish you all around the world, where ever you live, what ever colour you have, what ever your religion or no religion is, what ever your job or no job is, what ever your language is, what ever your nationality is, what ever your opinions are, what ever you think about life… to ALL of you and the ones you love:

Happy and healthy and peaceful and loving 2019!!

Big Belgian hugs, Kita

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