going nomail

Hi all humans and woofers:

I will be leaving you all for a while, because Chris says we are going to the apartment place. That is the empty rooms with nothing in them. We have been there one more time, and I have made up my mind that I don't like it. There's nothing inside and it is just bad.

We went there and the lady showed Chris evrything, the doorbell and mailbox and stuff. And there's a tiny small room there where she can store things. Then they talked and walked around in every room, Chris and the lady dealt with papers, the lady took notes of things, and then she left. Chris locked me out, I was going to go outside and see if I could go home, and all of a sudden the door was closed. But she let me back in and then we went downstairs, only to return with a bunch of paper that we had collected from the mailbox. With mom we took the paper to what smells like the trash, and then we unloaded the car. Chris had brought two of our chairs they used to have bread. I still don't like that place, I was quite happy when we left and I found myself at work. Chris went to the computer as usual, and then to the phone.

Now she is basically busy loading more boxes and putting them in her bedroom when they are filled. She is sleeping on the couch, which I love, of course. I still haven't found out what the thing is for that humans stand on to be taller, it is still wrapped and waiting in the corridor.

Chris says we won't be online for at least another two weeks, so please be thinking of me when you have the time and grumble with me about the empty rooms, I just don't think anybody should be going there.

Cheers, Hapo.

Run for traffic lights

Hi all readers and listeners:
You know, last Thursday was full of adventures. First everybody went to
the training room, then for the computers, where the cool ladies greeted
us. I lay down and tried to catch flies while Chris was working away.
After lunch it was computer time again, but Chris permitted a few pets.
Then we went to my most favourite soft carpet, where I lay down
immediately. A man took pictures of all of us, and after another little
while Chris lay down on the carpet with me and they took another picture
of us like this. I mean I like it when Chris sleeps on the floor with
me, but she hardly ever does that. Petra was back, I really like her,
she has a dog at home which she never brings in, unfortunately. But she
always makes sure people treat Chris and me right.

Then it was telephones again, and then outside mom was waiting. We first
went for a little Hapoo walk and then Chris put the harness on me. We
walked and walked until I spotted a traffic light and pulled towards it.

I think the light poles aren't too bad after all, especially because
Chris gives me a treat and loads and loads of praise after I have
correctly announced one. I spotted every single following light
afterwards, and Chris was so so glad. She says the route was much easier
with me being successful at that task. I even showed the light poles in
the middle of the street on the pedestrian island. And after we had
crossed the second major street, I saw the staircase, ran for it,
stopped at each flight and guided Chris right up to the door where we
had stopped the last time. That door also tastes good. I first show her
the mailboxes, and then the door. And both Chris and mom were really
impressed. I wasn't, I know I'm good. But Chris says that memory of mine
is a great help she doesn't want to miss.

We walked the route back, same thing! I remembered where to turn around
corners, showed traffic lights and did not jump up when people were
gathered around one. But I made Chris aware of it, for without me she
would have missed it and gotten lost. I crossed the right streets and
turned into the correct one and walked and walked, until I stood oposite
the gate where we go to work almost every morning.

Chris says I never fail to amaze her with my memory of routes we have
done before, and she should trust me much more than she does usually.
Thing is that I might spot another dog and try to go greet it. O well, I
guess no dog is perfect, right? But I sure got a lot of praise, and I
love it when Chris is happy and cheerful. We went to another huge store
where there's no food to sniff out, so I got to go with signal jacket
only and on leash. There Chris bought something that she can climb up
on, and then she stands tall. I have yet to find out the use of that
strange new device.
Allright, I think Chris wants the computer, as she is listening to a
long series of songs performed by her Mr Music man on a Dutch radio,
cheers, Hapoo.