Yesterday we made another walk, in the evening…

I could not believe my eyes! In the afternoon, I met an elephant and later on… a giraffe!

That’s alreaydy to have a heart that stops beating, but then the situation was very, very strange! There was the sign that dogs are not allowed: I hate them, really. But this time, I did agree! I could not agree more! The giraffe was in a big crate, together with slides and other toys for children!
Children and the giraffe in the same crate? This is a clear situation: I don’t go in! It is normal, dogs are not allowed! They want to keep us dogs safe. I can see that without sign: it’s safer outside the crate!

Come on, mum, we go on. This is to crazy for words! 😉

Me and mum…

Mum and me, Kita, you should say mum and me!

Yes, yes, I see: me and mum – I do like you do, mum – we went into town today. Last time we do that before I”m groomed, we agree on that. No, no, no sheep-talk today, even worse, my mum says. Lots of remarks about airedales and unknown breed but one women was really rude! Mum heard her say that my mum should take more care of me, that I’m not pretty and well taken care off at all and that someone should talk with my mum to tell her that, she called me a neglected dog.  😦
My grandpa would have showed his teeth if he had been there!  That’s the second time this happens since I have that much hair and curls. Mum got bit angry so she did not want to argue with these women, we quickly turned back from where we came to avoid a big dispute. Mum said something about: not my circus, not my monkeys… Don’t understand a word of it, but she says she learned that on the tv-typing-machine this week. Okay, okay. 😉

Anyway, we did our walk, we were looking at all the flags for the foot-stuff. I understand it’s all about a ball and flags. Lots of Belgian flags for the Belgian ball of course. But one place was really nice: lots of flags for lots of balls! We liked that.

At the end of the walk, it was big madness! There was that statue with a red-devil-shirt and a flag on his head! My dogness. I just came back to my senses, when I met… an elephant! Really! Crazy day! See the pics!!

Mum, did you see this?

Mum! Muuuuuuuuuuum!!!

This was a difficult wednesday… my dogness! Every time we come in the dogpark the other mums and dads are talking about my coat, about the big curls. Some like it, some don’t like it. I heard that mum said we go to the hairdresser’s in the beginning of july.

But then this afternoon, walking back home when we came from the dogpark (and again remarks on my curls, gggrrrr), we met two children! Giggling all the time! And one was pointing at me: a sheep! A sheep! A sheep with a harness, look! I looked up at mum and mum looked down to me! We both were a bit angry, not to say indignant!! No offense to those animals, but I am NOT a sheep! Mum did agree.

When we got home, the discussoin started. I said to mum she should do something about it. I told her to get that yellow thing and she should start the scissoring again! Everywhere, not only around my eyes. Long discussion, as ladies have with their mums, I suppose…

Result? Scissoring around my eyes again. That’s fine, now the hair does not hurt anymore and I don’t have to use my paw to ease this! But she only cut one little curl, to measure and show you. Ladies should be patient, she says…
Okay, but when I see these sheep-kids, I bark! Be sure of that! 

In two weeks, it’s grooming time, Kita!

What an evening! I surprised myself and my mum… and my mum surprised me. What do you mean? You don’t follow it?

It’s monday! Mum worked till 8 o’clock and afterwards we still go to the dogpark? At almost nine? Of course, dad was looking to the tv-typing-machine, live stream or somethig like that… ball-stuff!  So off we go!
Yes, there are friends in the dogpark: Jazzy and little Jacqueline, and Morris and me. Morris’ mum gave me a treat, she is kind, the mum of Morris! Really! The mums and dad all sat down at the table in the dogpark. I was next to Morris’ mum, look there in that pocket of her coat are the treats… Can I get one?

Kita! What do you have now? Come here!

Euh, mum reaally has eyes in her back!!! She could not have seen this! I was so surprised that I dropped it and ran to her! She was not pleased and pleased with me at the same time! I cant understand these humans!
Told grandpa when we came home and he said she was angry for pickpocketing a phone from Morris’ mum but she was pleased because I dropped it… That’s not my usual reaction… Normally I run away with what I have to play with it. Grandpa growled that I should be glad the phone was not injured! 

On the way home mum made pics… Everywhere: in the dogpark and at the houses are flags, Belgian flags… Belgium gets ready for the ball-stuff of tomorrow, mum says. Okay, livestream for dad and we to the dogpark? No, livestream for mum too???? Gggrrrr…

Mum was decided to choose the title of today! Nothing to do about that… She is the stubborn one… So, what do I do? I give in. She says you have to be old enough to see the wink that goes with it! My dogness, mum says  silly things these days… that’s because of all that work this month! My dogness, my dogness!

Anyway, I’ll tell you what this is all about. Last Tuesday, we came to the dogpark and mum said we’d better stop complaining about this and do something about it. There she had a less silly point, for once she was damned right. So before going into the park, she took the blinking box and made some pics, I waited patiently this time. If I agree, I agree and I don’t act as a silly dog, you should understand! 😉

She said she would mail these pics of this incredible situation to the “ombuds-lady” of the city to ask her to do something about this!

What do you ask? What was wrong? Since weeks the dustbins are too full with poop-bags… Weather is hot, imagine the smell that goes with it!!! Mum always says: complaining only never changes something… you have to act constructively.

Result of the mail? Ombuds-lady did a nice job! On wednesday morning everything was clean, grass had been mowed and we are ready for more summer. Mum says, there is a lot to say about this city but she likes the ombuds-lady, although she never met her…

Thanks lady and cleaning-guys!

Oh, my dogness! They are great! They are smart! They are kind! They are so helpfull!

Who? How do you dare to ask this question? TnT of course! Who is TnT, my grandpa asks… Grandpa, you’re getting old, I already told you this, but I tell you again!
Tnt are Tarquin and Tyee, my Oklahoma friends! There is Karma too, who can climb in trees

and Cricket, who pees like me sometimes. But, as they say, back to where we were!

These smart guys explained about the candid camera!! For all those who missed it and who want to know what candid is… here is their answer to my question! You always can count on these guys!

Tnt:
“Kita, candid pictures are secret pictures. Candid is like secrets stuff you don’t want the other humans to know . . . just your mum or Grandpa Lennox or maybe no one else at all.

You are being candid when you take an apple from the bowl without permission while no one is looking. You are not being candid if you eat that apple in front of your mum, though. Hiding under the bed to eat the apple is candid. Hiding outside behind a bush to eat the apple is also candid. Getting caught is not very candid.

When you are being a spy to investigate new stuff like a package your mum got in the mail, you are candid if your humans aren’t around somewhere.. Candid happens when you are secretly following a varmint along the riverbank or down a train. Try not to bark, though. That’s gives away your position and you are no longer candid. In the US we call it being “made.”.

Your mum can take secret pictures of humans. However, she can’t take them of you and Grandp Lennox because you always know she is going to take your picture if she has her blinking box with her. That’s the way Mums are.”

Thank you so much, guys! Hugs, Kita

This morning mum and me went into town, we went to the market on the marketplace! You remember I told you that there are not many airedales in Belgium? And that I often feel as a celebrity because people always look at me and give comments? When my coat is very curly, it is incredible… sometimes it bothers mum really!

Mum says she needs a candid camera to film all the reactions! I don’t understand that. I have to ask some “esplanations” at TnT, they know everything about ‘candid’, I saw on the tv-typing-machine! Guys, can you “esplain” me, please?

Anyway, just for fun, mum started counting… Counting all the times she heard people make a remark about me, in Dutch, in French, in English and even in German, while we passed. Guess what? In less than one hour time, she counted 61 remarks! I asked grandpa if that is a lot or not. He says it is very much, even he can’t count that far! he says he is happy to be a labrador! 

And then I don’t mention the two times, people spoke to us… and asked information about ‘that breed’… Mum explained a lot and I waited patiently, as a lady should do!

Mum had no black-talking-box and no blinking box, so today I choose one old pic…

It’s a coloured day, my mum says… my mum is not only my mum, but she also is a library-mum. Today one of the students brought my mum some flowers because she is loved as the library-mum. That does not surprise me, I love my mum too! 😉 Flowers are very beautiful, mum showed them to me!

After dinner we went out for a walk. We did not enter the dogpark because there was that doggie mum is a bit afraid of (me too, a little bit, doggie pinched me in the buttocks few times one day and I did not like it!!). So we did a nice walk. I don’t mind, new smells and so on always interest me!

Then we met the little nuts-house with all the colours! Mum likes this kind of streetart which makes streets less dull! We already did fototoots with others too. 

We also saw two very, very big trees. Mum says the picture is too small for me and the whole tree! 😉

Now I need a nap, of course! 🙂