The post-music man times

Hi all readers and listeners and viewers and whatever else you are:
Chris has done it - she went to see the Music Man without me. I was
planning to send a huge howl to the moon, hoping Mr Music Man would hear
my Hapoo song and come to my rescue, but I think mom would not have been
amused. I spent the afternoon with her, since Chris and the new friend
that had come to stay with us just got off the car and left me
mercilessly in the car with mom and mom's friend. We drove off, but I
know Chris went to see the Music Man, yes she did!

Do you know that there is conditional, true love?
Well there is. When I finally saw Chris come back climbing out of the
cousin's car, accompanied by the nice friend who always comes to walk me
and the new friend and two other ladies, I jumped all over her, and she
was happy and ran upstairs to tell mom all about it. She said she
managed to give the Music Man, whose name, by the way, is also Chris,
the flowers that mom had picked and arranged for her, and a photo of my
beautiful self and my Chris.

Mr Music Man, I love you, because you made Chris happy, the human I love
most of all. So I really think it is time you granted me a moment with
yourself and let me lick your hand in gratitude.
Cheers, Hapoo the conditional lover.

Somethings are going wrong here

Hi all:
Today something is going to happen, I am pretty sure. I cannot point my
nose at it, but something is wrong with Chris. So I am all tensed up and
bark at anything I hear. If it has to do with Chris leaving, I will race
to keep her with me, promise! Anybody coming to help me? But I think she
has too strong of a mind on her own, she'll go anyway, if that is her
plan. But as I said, I have no idea what is really going to go on. She
has cleaed all the house yesterday, and mom is continuing the job today.
She works in the kitchen a lot, my Chris, listening to the Music Man's
music.
Yeah, the music man is bringing his noise makers when he comes, so I
won't be allowed to come see him with Chris. And that means I won't get
pets from him <woof>
Allright, off to lie at my watching place behind Chris' chair, head
towards the door, but kitchen within sight, cheers, Hapoo the watch dog.

The roof obsession

Hi and hello and cheers and all that:
Have I told you the weirdest discovery that I have ever made? Humans are
obsessed with rooves!
About two weeks ago I discovered something I cannot recall ever having
seen with Chris, though she says I should just dig in my Hapoo brain a
little deeper - insult!
Anyway, back to important matters! When we went out for the Hapoo walk,
it was raining, and I got to wear one of those ugly stupid raincoats.
It's decided I don't like them, that's it. It was raining outside, which
usually means that Chris puts the noisy clothes over her usual ones - a
noisy jacket and even noisier trousers. They make some kind of
unidentifiable noise with every step she walks. I don't like it, it
sounds suspicious. Well, that particular time she didn't even touch the
noisy clothes, but took a kind of a stick with her instead. When we were
outside, that thing appeared to be a magic stick. A swift short hiss and
a final "floop" noise, and all of a sudden there was a roof over Chris'
head that kept her dry. I eventually found out that if she held it right
and I walked very close beside her, the rain stopped even on my head.
Funny for sure, I played with that roof thing a little and decided I
didn't want to walk anymore. When we were back, Chris was all dry, even
though she had left the noisy clothes at home. The roof was blocking the
stairway to mom's apartment for a while before it turned into a stick
and disappeared again.
Today we had the same procedure: Rain, stick, roof - but this time no
raincoat for me. I thought about the rooves I have encountered in my
long life - they are quite many.

When we take the bus there are sometimes rooves there, with benches and
a wall at the back. When we take the train, some of the platform is
covered with a really high roof. Houses are certainly always dry - even
my Hapoo house inside Chris' house. When we go to a human eating place,
we sometimes escape the sun by sitting under a roof. And once we sat
outside in the rain, under a roof again, and nobody got wet. When they
sell fruits outside, or ice-cream, they have a roof over their heads -
Chris sometimes has to bend down not to hit it. The rooves usually mean
that humans sit or stand somewhere for a little while. But I, what about
me? Well I just go along. And when there is no roof, I can still get one
over my head when Chris slides me under a bench or chair. When she did
that on a train once, somebody called me collapsible dog. Excuse me, I
am just flexible, more so than you bulky humans! The nephew is exempt
from that statement, for he is taller than Chris and make himself so
small that he fits into my Hapoo house. He even eats my Hapoo food. I
never knew humans eat that, too!
Talking about food: Have I told you that pig tails are delicious? Cheers
and keep a roof with you at all times, Hapoo.

My hot city day

Hi all woofers and human readers:
Yesterday in the morning Chris packed the small backpack, so I thought
we were leaving. However, we were not. I didn't mind, I stayed
downstairs while Chris was upstairs talking with mom. Only mom left
after a while, and Chris decided to lock herself up in the bathroom. She
loves artificial rain for a reason I fail to understand. Her rain is
hot, compared with the natural stuff, and she always comes out smelling
different - or at least trying to. I can still make out her usual smell.
Why she doesn't like that scent, I have no idea, and she has not told me
either.
When mom was back they had fish for lunch - o talking about fish, I
think I should remind Chris that we still have some Hapoo fish in the
freezer... Anyway, and after lunch Chris and I went for a short short
walk in the heat, but it was way too hot for me. So we returned and
settled down at mom's place. Chris loves to curl up at the bottom of
mom's bed. Isn't that where dogs are supposed to sleep? Well, I am
content with the space on the floor, as long as Chris is near. And then
finally the harness came out from behind the million coats of Chris',
she put on her backpack and we left. Well not quite, for then Chris did
something strange. She let me run ahead off leash and came outside with
the water can that usually stands beside the toilet. Chris poured water
all over me, and I didn't even mind. I guess water is supposed to help
you cool off in the heat - I just don't like it, okay? And by the time
we were at the train station all the water had gone and it was just hot.

Finally we arrived in the city, and the hot shopping tour began. We went
to the bank and then the human had ice-cream. Some fell on Chris' foot,
so I cleaned her there. See, one has to look after Chris <smiles> We
even went into the bookstore that Shadow usually goes with us, but we
didn't stay as long as with Shadow, and we didn't walk around that much
either, but mom bought books. Then came the big store, where Chris
bought plates and bowls for humans and some stuff to cover her bed.
That's all human stuff I have no idea about, but she must have needed or
wanted it.
Then we went back to the train station and from there we took another
direction. We ended up sitting in a nice and cool room with another dog
I was not allowed to play with, unfortunately. Soon another dog arrived,
and just as I was about to sniff him out, we left. I found out we were
at a vet's place, different from the usual one we go to. But the man vet
was nice. I didn't need to go on the high table thing. He looked at my
hotspot and told Chris that everything she had done was allright and
that the spot was healing. He shaved off some more of my hair, cleaned
the spot and that was it. He didn't even charge Chris anything. Cool
guy, eh? And then finally we went home and I had loads of water.
Chris continues sleeping here with me, and even in the middle of the
night she wakes up and tells me that I shouldn't lick myself. Can this
girl never sleep?
Cheers, Hapoo.

Hotspot time

Hi all readers:
Once again I am sorry I have not managed to update you on all that has
happened in the past few weeks. Chris had sent one long update, but it
got lost in noman's land.
Yesterday must have been a special day for her, because when we went
upstairs to wake up mom, she virtually jumped out of bed and gave Chris
a huge hug. And then they went to the big huge chest in the livingroom,
on which Chris found quite a few items she calls her own now. And mom
had made what she calls a delicious cake - no piece for me, of course.
They had been to the doctor with me the previous day - the human one
this time, and both of them had got medication. But I think I will tell
you about that later.
I'm afraid I will have to go to the vet soon, because Chris discovered a
hotspot on me in the afternoon when one of the friends was there. So she
shaved off my beautiful Hapoo hair at that spot. And when the friend had
gone, mom did some finetuning, I got some cream put on, and afterwards a
syringe full of some nice medication. I don't mind the syringe stuff. In
fact, whenever I hear Chris stirring with the syringe in the eggholder
she uses for that purpose, I come running. After that treatment she took
me outside, and then the cousin came. She had more non-food things that
Chris first looked at and then put on the chest with the other things.
And after they had had the food that Chris and mom had prepared in the
morning, we all went for a really long walk. The humans say the air was
nice and mild, but I say the walk was fantastic, because I got to go on
flexible leash, supervised by the cousin.
By the way, the only person that brought food was the little Theresa
girl, she had baked waffles - non-Hapoo ones, of course.
Chris expanded her couch quite a bit, which means that the walking space
in the room is much narrower now. But she slept in the livingroom at
night, probably to keep me company. I am not feeling too well, but I am
a tough girl and will wait until Monday to go to the vet The cream, by
the way, does not taste good at all, so I will refrain from licking the
hotspot, much to Chris' delight.
Cheers and woofs, Hapoo.