My dogness! Oh, my dogness! Molly, Monty, Winnie and Taffy in the UK were complaining last week in their picture-stories everything was all muddy and too wet! So I did answer that this dale-lady had more to complain about! Our dogpark is a swamp for the moment. Asked mum to make pictures on Sunday, even Grandpa’s paws were in the mud! 😉

Although the swampy situation, we go play there! And this lady is a little bit carefull not to get too muddy, normally. But this evening, in the dark, without my light-collar (mum forgot to put it on), I was naughty! That was not my idea though, you understand that immediately of course!
One of my new evening friends was there: Fons! A cocker gentleman! But, dog, he likes running and playing. When I want to rest, he barks to go on running! This guy likes sports.

So, Fons said we could go splashing in the most muddy part of the dogpark! Without collar, mum did not see where we ran! But she knows we are safe: fence of the dogpark is solid and high! So she was talking to the dad of Fons. Of course, at a certain moment they heard us… splashing, somewhere! She used the whistle-language! Off I went. Into the part of the dogpark with the lights… to my mum!

You should have seen my mum’s face! And surely the dad’s face when he saw the long ears of Fons! Mum said that I’m a dale-bandit! 😦 But this bandit-lady had big fun! 🙂

At home she got the pawplunger… She says I do stink of this swampy water! 😉 Pics available… 😉

My dogness! Mum had so much work this week! Yesterday morning we even didn’t go to the dogpark! Such a hurry to leave for work. Mum was talking about dictionaries and the other library-lady waiting for her and talking to do???

But mum is showing me the film! Oh yes, what a sliding party! And no, I do not go that far in the sea as Holly does… But it was so much fun!

This is almost unbelievable! I have a bandana-sister! She has the same red bandana as me! We would be a very nice duo! I would like to show you a pic of the two of us, with our bandana!

There is only one, very big, little problem! Hexe lives in Germany, near Heidelberg! Well, the tv-typing machine tells that there is 444 kms (275 miles) between the two of us! I asked mum to go there on our sunday-afternoon-walk: then we have time! But mum says it is impossible to make such a big walk to see Hexe, on the leash or of the leash: impossible… 😦

So Hexe and me, we told the mums to use their blinking boxes and the tv-typing-machines. They did! So you can see pics of the two red-bandana-girls: very beautiful Hexe and some of beautiful me of course!

Who joins the red-bandana-club? Other red-bandana-ladies out there?

Mum says I’m good in a lot of things, but – and I do say so myself too! – I’m especially good in making friends! Big dogs, black dogs, white dogs, all colours-dogs, small dogs, puppy-dogs… I like them all. I always start very polite and gently to say hello… if the other one wants to play, we play. If not, we sniff a bit and we go on…

Today for instance!
On the beach I met several dogs! First of all, there was the little black one, a cocker I think, I’m not sure… we played a bit and then I picked his tennisball. Mum said that was not too polite… she called me, I gave her the ball immediatly (for once!) and mum gave the ball back at the dad with the hat.

Then came Woody! My dogness, he’s only five months old and he is already bigger then me! But he is so gentle! Like him! Mum explained later that he is a St. Bernard!

And then, that was the best part! There was Holly! Her mum speaks French and English and her dad German and English and Holly? She speaks French. My French is not that good but we managed to understand each other in French-Dutch dog-language! We had so much fun, running and playing.
Mum, will Holly come to our dogpark too? That would be great!
No? Why not? 😦

Of all these meetings, mum made pics and films. Today the pics, later the film! Oh, and then some more exciting news to come… one of these days, about bandanas!

Well, today is my birthday! yes, I’m born on the 29th of january 2011. Grandpa learned me to count, so today I’m three years old. So says my mum.

Speaking about her! I had a lot of negotiating to do with my mum! For my first and second birthday, she made me a crown and that thing came on my head. I will wear a pull or T-shirt or whatever, if you want me to but no crown! Please mum, I’m an adult, crowns or for child-doggies!
I saw her thinking, sometimes she needs thinking about something! I recognise it immediatly! If I do that, she calls me stubborn, I call it thinking. Okay, mum was thinking… then she said:

And what about a bandana? What do you think?

She makes me think! She understands that I’m an adult now… Well, if it is a nice one? A real and typical Flemish one? From her human grandpa? Mum, is it lady-like enough? Oh, does that depend on the way you wear it? Let’s try! Mum sews a number on it, in green, selfmade too. Like it. Okay, put it on!

Fototoot of course? Also in the dogpark? I can keep on the bandana to go the dogpark? That’s nice! And look: little but big Hercules is there! Let’s party and play! 😉
In the mud too, Hercules? Of course! On the table? Oh yes!

When we get home, mum shows me the presents! Grandpa, you get a chicken-leg too! 🙂 But this toy is mine! 

Adult? Yes… Grown up? Not too much, probably never… 😦   But very happy, always! 😉

PS Féline, happy birthday!!!   Did you get a bandana and presents too?

A real, real fototoot! Yes, yes!

A photoshoot, Kita, a photoshoot!

Okay, mum, a real fototoot by a real photographer!
So, this weekend we went to the seaside! Me and my grandpa Lennox love walking and running on the beach! Yes, grandpa did run a bit! The golden pills do a good job! Anyway, we were on the beach… Me and mum we always arrive first at the waterline at low tide, I run faster then my grandpa who stays with dad.
There was a man on the beach with a big box, making pics. I was running to him… and he made a picture with this big thing! Mum and he were talking, he told he has a storybook too on the tv-typing-machine! Just as I have! And he is the dad of Phaido, who was not on the beach with him! 😦 What a pity!

He also promised to send the pic to my mum! And he did! Just have a look at this great pic of me! He wrote in his story that I’m a nice doggie (leuk hondje), just have a look! http://www.bloggen.be/polsfotodagboek/  Go see 24-01-2014.
And he made a second picture, too! With a special eye!

A special camera lens, Kita!!!

Okay, the tele-eye made a picture of the four of us! That’s special! If you look very well, you can see that mum was taking pics with the blinking thing… Show you those tomorrow! Today the real ones!! 😉

Thank you, Phaido-dad!!

We come home from the dogpark. mum says: look there! That’s incredible. Where is Incredible? New dog in the neighbourhood? I stop and look around but I see no dog. No mum or dad neither. It’s one of these days,… mum is speaking in puzzles. I don’t like that!

It really is incredible she says again when we are inside. She opens the window and says again: this is incredible! My goodness, can someone tell me who is this mister or misses incredible? Mum gets the blinking thing? Fototoot of Incredible?

Mum, listen, I’m here! What does she do now? She makes pictures of the flowers. She really is mistaken: these flowers are geraniums, not Incredible. ???

Now the black box is singing. She says hello. I listen. Must be the human pup, I hear it. Mum tells it’s incredible that in the middle of january the geraniums start flowering again. Human pup says Incredible too… Crazy human family! I see no Incredible! 😦 I only see geraniums outside… but they have flowers, that’s not normal, it’s not summer now! Unbelievable! 😉

Mum, look! Holidaymum is in the dogpark! And two doggies are there with her. The cocker is Lokum, but who is the other one?
Holidaymum, can I have my treat? Yes, I will sit!

Okay, that little lady is Mirabel? Hello Mirabel! I’m Kita and yes, I’m pretty and not small at all, so keep your manners! Do not sniff my butt all the time, will you?!!!

What is holidaymum telling at my mum? Mirabel is almost 14 years old? A little grandma! She is not too social and rather bossy? She does not like Lokum?

Mum, holidaymum!!! Look, they are fighting! Oh no, don’t do that when holidaymum is near! Oh no!! When holidaymum shouts and lets you know she is the alpha, even my mum steps aside.
Ohoh, Lokum and surely little grandma, who started the fight, seem not to pleased wit the new orders of holidaymum… I must tell this at my grandpa Lennox!

And my mum? She forgot to make pics of the fight! 😦 but she has a few of little grandma Mirabel. 🙂

Yes, he did it again! He scared us! Only two days after mum was filming his morning walk, well, on tuesday afternoon, it happened. He could not get up, my grandpa Lennox! When dad helped him, he could stand and then, there he did lie down again!
I was in a little panic! How is that possible??? My grandpa could not walk anymore! 😦

Mum and dad called the people in the green clothes and grandpa could go and see them immediatly! Returning, he said something about a fototoot. Oh, my dogness, and he does not like fototoots! What? Pictures on a light? More Osteoarthritis? No cancer? What’s that all about?? He also explained that he got two injections! One for feeling better and one for feeling stronger, he says he got anabolic steroids. I don’t understand a word of what he says, grandpa. Think something went wrong with his head too at the green clothes’s clinic… 😦

Listen, girl, you will not be the only famous one! I’m going to be invited by Oprah Winfrey. 

Opera? Singing dogs? And you will be invited? You don’t like noise!

Silly Kita! These are stupid questions. You really know nothing of the real world, don’t you? The green clothes – by the way: the vet, my dear – well she gave me an injection with “doping”. And then you are invited by a very famous tv-journalist, she is called Oprah Winfrey!

Oh, is it only that… Pfff! And when can you walk again? I think that is more important…

???

Next day mum went to the pharmacist, the nice and very smart guy! He is Kyra’s dad! Anyway, mum had a paper to get pills, expensive pills, she said! Kyra’s dad called them golden pills. Yesterday, at noon, grandpa ate a golden pill! It was just white!! Crazy things, they are talking about here, these days!

And then, the miracle happened! Three hours after the golden (white) pill, my grandpa was walking again, on his own! He was even hungry! After dinner he went out with dad, as usual… not as far as usual and not to the dogpark, but he walks again!

Already told you, little one! Need a tornado to blow me off to the Bridge!!! 😉