Some two days ago mom and Chris decided to go shopping, and besides that, Chris decided not to take me
So what she did, she put me in my crate, closed the door and gave me a pig ear to chew. I knew she was going somewhere, so I wanted to follow her to make sure this thing doesn't happen. But you know, this lady somehow always manages to win.
But - and this is a cool but - mom and Chris have a teenage boy visiting. Whenever he is downstairs I surely bark at him, but once we have settled he calls me and gives me loads and loads of pets. This time he came to take me out of the crate, and the two of us plus the little tiny dog went for a long long walk through the vilage.
The boy is cool. The night before that he had taken me out for a walk, and it was fun, because we were running for the most part of it, because I pulled him. Suddenly he let me off the leash, and after a moment of hesitation I started off like a plane to my home - the boy followed and was quite a good jogger Chris says.
When she and mom came back, I was back in my crate waiting to get out.
But hell, that walk was cool!
Now we're here on our own, Cousin visited and Shadow called - wonder where that chap is at the moment - I think I haven't seen him for a long long while. Chris tells me I shouldn't be more impatient than she is, so there you go - and that he's coming soon! O yeah, then I can lick his hand again - heehee!
Cheers for now, yours, Hapoo.

Hi all you smart girls&guys:
I'm afraid I need your help with something that leaves me wondering.
A couple of days ago after our morning walk, Chris took our tiny pet dog visitor into our apartment and made him stay there with me. She left to greet a guest whose voice I haven't heard before. They sat down on the bench outside and talked. Soom mom arrived. When Chris took me outside that man said I was beautiful but a bit too fat - ggrrrrm - I wanted more food!
After a few pets Chris handed my leash over to mom and went to see Grandpa. He had eaten a bit of food and had a bit of water, and then lay down at his favourite place by Chris' kitchen window. Chris made sure he lay comfortably and gave him relaxing pets. After a rather long while the man aproached Dicker again, and we all left. Chris gave me pets and told me I was a good girl. When we went outside a little while later, grandpa still lay there and slept.
However, the strange thing is that he has disappeared, and I cannot figure out where he has gone. Ever since that day I have gone on walks all alone, or with the tiny dog not worth playing with; I have gone out with the humans and worked, but when I came back, Grandpa still wasn't back.
I start wondering what has happened. Maybe mom took him away somewhere in the car, just like Chris sometimes takes me to the kennel or on short trips? I suspect it is something different. I have gone and asked Chris, but her answer are comforting and affectionate pets. Whenever I go outside my door I look around the corner but don't see grandpa. I miss him sooooooooo much - Yours, very sad, Hapoo.

Here is a human invention I truely and sincerely dislike - it is the vacuum cleaner.
It is noisy, wants air on one side and creates some strange smelling wind on the other. Whenever Chris vacuums the corridor, I stay on my mat on the far end of the living room. But when she puts that thing to the side so I can pass, I race past her to the far end of the corridor, so she can vacuum the living room. And when she is done with that and goes on to kitchen and bedroom, it is safe for me to go back to my place. Of course, it is no longer just a mat, but my house. Yes, call me house owner, if you like *head high*
I prefer it most when Chris has the vacuum where it belongs, upright in the corner by my food bowl. Recently she has bought a brush that is noisier than the rest. While I hate it even more, Chris insists that it is more effectively getting rid of my hair - as if my hair all over the place was such a bad thing!
Sorry for venting, but honestly, this is one invention I could do without, Hapoo.

Here is a human invention I truely and sincerely dislike - it is the vacuum cleaner.
It is noisy, wants air on one side and creates some strange smelling wind on the other. Whenever Chris vacuums the corridor, I stay on my mat on the far end of the living room. But when she puts that thing to the side so I can pass, I race past her to the far end of the corridor, so she can vacuum the living room. And when she is done with that and goes on to kitchen and bedroom, it is safe for me to go back to my place. Of course, it is no longer just a mat, but my house. Yes, call me house owner, if you like
I prefer it most when Chris has the vacuum where it belongs, upright in the corner by my food bowl. Recently she has bought a brush that is noisier than the rest. While I hate it even more, Chris insists that it is more effectively getting rid of my hair - as if my hair all over the place was such a bad thing!
Sorry for venting, but honestly, this is one invention I could do without, Hapoo.

Hi all:
Yesterday we had a weird day. First we went to a somewhat sleepy tiny town not too far away, where mom wanted to get the kitchen clock repaired. Chris found a store that sold the best ice-cream in the world. I don't agree, because she never let me try, only had it herself. Then we went back home, and Chris and I took a rest in our nice and cool basement apartment.
However, in the evening we went to the city, the weather was nice and mild then. Chris has the tendency of going out just when the train station is crazy crowded. We took the main entrance and then went to a newspaper store, where she bought a tennis newspaper, allright, fine with me. Then we walked down the staircase, and I immediately found the other flight of down stairs, which Chris thought was excellent. Then streetcar to the real city, to the ban, and get money. I hate the bank. Just when I think we are going out, Chris just wants me to go straight and fin another kind of machine. There she usually picks up a few sheets of paper - whatever!
Then we went to an outside café both Chris and Shadow stop at very often to have a big ice-cream. Both mom and Chris were delighted when a waiter - a male one - brought me a wonderful bowl of cold water without them having to ask for it. I think they should not have been so overjoyed, because it is only fair for me to get water when they are having delicious sweets!
Then my working time began. I had to work past a noisy stage with speakers and down the street, follow a route and pass by benches I had planned to anounce; After quite a while of walking and a number of stairs up we arrived at a really strange set of stairs. Chris told mom she and I could make it down on our own, though there was no handrail to support Chris. Under normal circumstances I would not have taken Chris down there, because the steps were incredible steep - but mom showed me that it was indeed a pedestrian staircase. So I very slowly took Chris down there, stopping after each step, waiting for Chris to climb down safely. And after succeeding she gave me a treat. We walked some more, and once I was in my routine I certainly ran over one curb. O man, those curbs drive me crazy! There was no car coming!!!
Anyway, we reworked that street, and after I had done fine Chris knew I was tired, so she took off the harness. I still leash-guided her right up to mom who had gone ahead, and again was praised for that excellent behaviour.
Believe me, I was dead by the time we arrived, but I had fun fun fun working and pleasing Chris. Many woofs, Hapoo.

Hi all:
Chris thought I was sooo nice and caring when the following happened:
Yesterday, or maybe a few more days ago - Chris petted me, when Grandpa came and she had a treat for him. Grandpa is old and has trouble moving his back legs. So when he stands he likes leaning against somebody or something. I was there between Chris' leg and his back side, so he leaned against me. Chris encouraged me to stay where I was and praised me, so mom could pet him. And when Grandpa wanted to move on, he turned and licked my face. Chris hugged both of us for that.
True, I don't like anybody so close to me that I have to hold them, but with Grandpa it is surely something different. Chris now keeps me on leash all the time, so I don't run and snap at his ill legs so he falls. I only want to play with him but Chris tells me not to! Somebody understand those humans. I am a little sad, because I love my Grandpa.
You know that he is not what humans call a grandpa, but he is my mentor and teacher. He shows me interesting places to sniff, tells me that eating grass and playing is fun, and when we see a wild animal, both of us run like crazy to catch it. He also taught me to open doors, much to Chris' disliking.
Well there we are, that's my Grandpa. Cheers for now, Hapoo.

Hi folks:
Now I still owe you the changes in my immediate surrounding, so here we go.
The reason why Chris does not go into the Hapoo store so often anymore is a strange one. Sometimes somebody will just come to our house, and all of a sudden I see Chris carrying food bags into the basement (out of my reach, unfortunately). We used to take them home by car, but now they are delivered in a mysterious way. I wonder how strangers know when Chris wants new Hapoo food. She says Internet, but I have no idea. Is one of the readers to blame? If so, please, please let me know!

I think I have not told you about my basket, have I? One day we came home from the Hapoo store with a huge basket. In the store itself the lady put it on the ground, and Chris told me to go inside. I did, but hesitated when she told me to lie down. That basket was quiet hard and uncomfortable. But I do trust Chris and so I lay down, which I got a few encouraging pets for. Then I was permitted off the basket really soon, but we took it home with us. To my amazement Chris put it up right where my mats used to lie - and a cuddly soft bed inside. Now with that cover inside it the basket was heaven - I really loved it, and I loved looking over the edge.

However, the basket is history. One afternoon Chris called me into mom's living room, where I saw a monster of a kind of a basket set up. Chris told me to go in, which I did not like much. The floor was plastic and I did not like walking on it. Once I was inside Chris put a roof on it. I did not at all like this rof over my head and tried to run out all the time, even after Chris had given me a good treat. No, I just did not like it. I was not asked, Chris took the house downstairs. She calls it a transport box (air plane certified - whatever), and made me like it gradually.
She put my soft cover inside and a cow ear (a treat I really love chewing) and closed the door behind me. I didn't mind, I was chewing away. She told me to stay inside but left the door open, and she put treats through the wire holes, which was fun.
I did not like it when she closed the door for the night, so I tried to open it by hitting it. But that door wouldn't. After a while Chris must have woken up, refilled the water and occawsionally slipped me a treat I could chew for a little longer. She has found Hapoo biscuits I can chew for a couple of minutes, and of course, I love that.
In the meantime I am a proud house owner, and Chris only closes the door when I am having a cow ear or when she is not in the room. I go inside my house myself after walks or when I want to have my peace and quiet, or when Chris is moving around too much. On all other occasions I have found a great second favourite place right by the door with the stuffed animals. I like them in winter, too, but they are nice for when I don't want to be lying in the Hapoo house.
Chris is having fun, she says I even snore inside the house.
She has made improvements of my comfort already. The water bowls delivered with my house were way too small, so my caring favourite Chris bought one larger one she attached to the house door. I can have water now both when I am in the house and the door is closed, and when I am outside and the door is open. I like my house, and on this positive note I will finish writing for today.

Hi all:
I had such a busy weekend in a way - man am I happy it's over!
On Thursday we went out to my favourite mall, and because Chris had forgotten the metal chain for tying me to the bench outside a store, we went into the one where I can always enter. She says it's more expensive and not too good for major shopping, but that wasn't my problem at all
In the afternoon Chris realized that she had forgotten a faucett (the old one had just broken off), and mom had also forgotten things, so off we went again, to the mall and Shadow's favourite tools store.
Finally, Chris loaded me in the car and we went to the train station later at night. It wasn't too busy, but just allright.We walked to the platform and realized we still had time, so Chris decided she wanted some coffee. They got coffee from a little shop that was about to close, and then we walked outside. Chris and mom said the weather was fine, but I really didn't care. At least it wasn't as warm as during the day. On the way back to the platform I pulled towards that coffee store. I had been there for the first time, so Chris had a good laugh. Generally she was satisfied with my work. I announced staircases and even found a bench, a task I had not been asked to do for a long time. I love it when I can surprise Chris like that. When the train arrived I didn't even pull towards open doors, but followed mom until we had reached Chris' friend.
Later during the weekend we had two of Chris' sisters and two kids at home. All the time somebody came into the apartment or down the stairs, so I had to be on the watch and bark them away as much as I could. For some reason Chris doesn't like that much, but I still don't stop.
Yesterday we took the friend to the train, and then I was granted an entire dog walk off leash I turned around and around in the grass and jumped and ran and had so much fun.
This morning, however, I wanted to play with Grandpa Ajax. I don't know what has happened to Chris lately, she always calls me back quite annoyed when I snap at his leg and bark for playing. She seems to be thinking I hurt him but I don't! At least I never did before, and when we were playing before Chris had fun watching! I want a dog to play with again!!!
Allright, I'm off to the water bowl, Chris says it is going to be yet another hot day. Talking about hot days: Yesterday before going out for the train station, Chris called me to go into the shower. I really did voluntarily. Only when she turned on the water I wanted to leave. But she only splashed me with cold water, and I enjoyed shaking off the water drops in front of her friend. That's the coolest part of water
Allright, enough rambling, I'm thursty, Hapoo.