Since a week mum and dad realised it too: the “heat” is gone… Yes, it’s almost winter. I said it for weeks. But they did not listen.
Anyway, it means that without “heat” we can go to big dogparks, parks with fences… for the française… hahaha. Not old enough yet to go to my huge park (which is not fenced).

You remember I have this friend Louis? Well today we had a playdate with him in a big park somewhere in Antwerp. Same one as where I met him last time!

We had fun! To start there was a kind of treat-bar! 🙂 A mister with treats for all the doggies! His one is very, very big!!! 🙂

Then we played and ran and met lots of friends. Just one very big black one was not too friendly! He attacked me! Growling and trying to bite me. I know what to do! I immediatly went on my back and growled too. People (my mum too!) were yelling and his dad came to get the black one. He went on the leash! 🙂
And me? I got up and calmly walked to my mum to comfort her. Nothing wrong, mum! Come one, let’s go and play! 😉

And we did! We were running more than an hour… Can tell you that we were tired in the end! Till saturday, they said! Oh yes, this Lizzie sissie will not believe her eyes on saturday, my dogness! 🙂 And she’ll even have less to tell afterwards, that tired she will be! 😉

The learning seems the most difficult part for this one, for our française! 😉 🙂

Well, I explain it to you! You know this lady is a mum’s girl! But sometimes I’m a dad’s girl too. And I exactly know when I want to be dad’s girl. 😉
You see, there is one couch in the house that more or less is dad’s couch. If I am a good girl, I can lie there… Dad allowes us, you know!
daddy’s girl…

But now there is the française: she is the daddy’s girl in the house these days… Of course you get the picture! She was with dad on the couch! And I could not…
But we cleared that out, oh yes, we did! When dad was not there, I got in… She came too… Took as much place as I could, of course! We had a nice nap! 🙂

But then dad came and made this noice with his fingers. I know what dad’s language means: the couch is no longer for doggies! Lizzie was very puzzled! Why do you go out this nice bed?
That did not take long… hahahaha! Mum and dad wanted to see the news on TV! Even françaises get off then! 🙂

Listen carefully French new little one! There are some rules here about this couch!
1. You never go in with wet or dirty paws, then there is a chair in it! 😉 That must be even clear enough for françaises. 😉
2. You can go on it when there is no one!
3. You get immediatly off when you hear dad’s finger-noice-click with the pointing: out! Yes, even françaises have too.;-)
4.When we are on the couch I get the biggest and the best place!

Is that very clear, sissie Lizzie?
Lessons are to be thaught clearly… Question is: will this française learn it???

Okay, finally they got my message! Me and mum and dad, we took sissie Lizzie to the beach! My dogness, the française really is a wild one! That’s what grandpa said about me! Hahahaha. So now I say it about sissie! 😉

Tried to learn her the running business. No problem… We were teaching her the whistle language. I run away, of course the new little one followed me: she likes to bite in my hind legs… 😦 …dad or mum whistle and we run to them. Business okay! Treats for sure.
Time to learn her some naughty tricks! 😉

Look, sissie, over there are the man trying to catch shrimps! Come on! It’s far, I know but we go there! Go! No no, not this time: don’t go back to the whistle language! What? You return? I go on! Lots to learn this new little one! This old little one knows when to do as she pleases. 😉

Oh, that sounds not good at all… The française gets the treats and I don’t? Because I did not come? WHAT? ME, the Iady should take an example of HER??? Go figure this! Ggggrrrrr.

That situation -she being the example – took only five minutes! I’ll tell you. I had to poo and what did the française do? She ate a part of it… Booooooo bah! Mum and dad didn’t like that, not to say they were a bit furious! You hear this, little française? You heard it very well? What they said just now? You should take an example of ME, the lady! ❤ I don’t do such disgusting things (anymore). 🙂

Sometimes she is not that stupid at all, my mum… I won’t have any moustache or beard left with the Lizzie-française in the house. I told her, I needed some time off. I really needed some off-biteyface-holiday, I told her! 🙂

Okay, she said, ladies sometimes need me-time. I understand. I like the word: me-time!
It means that me and mum we go al alone to the huge dogpark. No sissie to annoy me and my businesses! Yeeey!!! ❤

Of we went, for the sunday afternoon! Nice weather too! Met some new friends, found a ball to fool around with – without the française taking it from me…
Mum says I should be more like grandpa: a good growl from time to time would do the trick, she says. Well – sigh – I’m not of that kind… I’m a lady, you know! Although she can’t touch my dinner, that goes too far! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. 😉

In the end, sissie came to the huge dogpark with dad. But on the leash! hahahaha! There still is the heat-thing and… She does not know the whistle-language yet! Hahahaha! 😉
Lot to learn, sissie, before you are a lady! 😉

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! 🙂