O when the visitors come...

Hi everybody:

Firstly, can you imagine thhis? Last night Chris told me that a lady from a city she had always wanted to visit has told her that she always reads my Hapoo stories online? That city is called Mos-Cow or something similar - never heard of it, although Chris claims the Music Man mentions it in one of his songs. O the Music Man! Anyway, I think it is so great that somebody listens to what I have to say, and not always Chris all the time :-P

 

That was my introduction, and hrer's the rest of the story. Two days ago we returned home from work as usual, and almost immediately after that the doorbell rang and a lady came upstairs. I remember having seen her when we were still living at mom's, she had gone to the Music Mann's show with Chris.

the ladies and I didn't do much that night, because Chris was tired. But yesterday the action began. We got up as usual, and Chris and I went for the Hapoo walk. And then there was no breakfast, but we took the Streetcar to the city right away. There the ladies had an extensive breakfast, while I could sleep. Only once Chris handed my leash over to a man, so she could select her food without having to worry that eventually I would get up and follow her.

After breakfast they spent hours in various shops - you cannot imagine how tiresome that is. Walk a few steps, stop forever, walk on just when you're beginning to make yourself comfortable - and on and on it goes. But what is funny is that Chris and Sophia pick up clothes and wear them and put them back where they have found them. First Chris bought shoes, then a blouse and a pullover and trousers; Then it was a jacket, and then apparently the ladies, too, were tired and had a glass of some kind of priccly wine. I don't like the smel of that, but I think Chris doesn't like the smell of my dried tripes either.

When we were finally home, she tok me for a Hapoo walk, gave me my food and I rested a little. Sophia left on some kind of mission, and then Petra came, I love her, to pick us up. That meant we didn't have to walk all the way to work. At work there were many people gathered, but instead of letting me go to my royal bed and working on the phone herself, Chris and all the others and myself went to the largest room, the humans sat on the floor, and Ilka gave a speech. that was nice, so I could stretch out on the carpet and rest for a hour, before Chris very quietly left the event to run home to Sophia with me. Actually, she did not run, she slowed me down instead, because of her nnew shoes. She says they are comfortable, but she has to get used to walking in them. They are the most comfortable beautiful shoes she's ever had - allright. My most comfortable shoes are my paws.

And back at home she was so happy that music wa on and Sophia was there. Chris says she's completely taken over the kitchen, but I bet she isn't really sad about it.

 

We went for another Hapoo walk later that night, and I met Cherry. Chris says I cannot see too well anymore in the dark, that is why I growled at Cherry once. But Chris says Cherry is a smart dog, she let me walk in front, and she herself walked behind our little group. Chris likes her a lot, but I have trouble sometimes, although I have to admit she is a cool woofer.

 

Today I had to find out that there *is* one human in the world who can resist my wakeup calls. I sang for Sophia, put my muzzle as close to her face as I could, but she just wouldn't get up. Chris finally decided to let her sleep some more, before she and I go to work, and Sophia goes to the beach or so.

Cheers, Hapoo.

Our past week

Hi all:

Okay, this week Chris did not leave me alone anywhere, she was generally nice. The beginning of the week was as usual, except that at work we are beginning to run around the office a lot. nd that means two tings. Firstly, people are starting to call Chris when they have English and French speaking customers. She says she has no problem with the English ones, but she is always nervous when she is asked to communicate in French. But usually the folks are very nice and even help her to learn and improve her skills. Nice French people, I'd say.

Secondly, people have started to want English classes from Chris again, which means that we work in the quieter back office more, and we have to walk more, too, for we have appointments with the studets.

 

thirdly, I need to mention that the music man was or is on tour again, but Chris is not wasting her money on some piece of paper which entitles her to hear the music man's music - a concept I still don't understand, but I'll give it a thought or two later. She claims that it is not a waste, but allright, we'll pretend we agree with her, that makes her happy. She also says it is allright she cannot go and see the music man, because she has her work and enjoys reading all about the music man's shows, even though he is playing her most favourite songs, too.

 

And ow to last Wednesday, which was our hghlight - no it was Thursday. But Wednesday night Chris started preparing things and running around in the kitchen. thursday morning that run continued, she even expanded the livingroom table and set it for two. Finally the doorbell rang, and the nice man from work came to visit. He hadn't only brought gooddies for Chris, but also for me. He is the only one who thinks of me like this, and I really like him for that. The humans sat down and had breakfast, a thing Chris really loves. She says breakfast is her most favourite meal when it is relaxed and luxurious and with good company. It must have been all of that, for the humans talked a lot and even cleaned up together, before the nice man from work gave us a ride to work. But when we arrived, I jumped out f the car, and Chris made me get back in and wait until I was on leash and called to jump. O Chris, you needn't be so strict, please.

 

I saw Petra, the dog lady, she always says hi when she comes by. Then we went and taught the nice man some English, and then Chris and I went and picked up Petra to go downstairs for my Hapoo walk, or so I thought. I discovered the tiny baby puppy Quito.

 

Well to be fair, she is not as tiny as I remember she was when I had seen her last. She is half my height now, and I think she would not be amused if I jumped over her anymore. But she is nobody to chalenge me in my position. She is very sensitive and always licks my muzzle or plopps on her back or hides behind Chris' back. She's allright, I might just as well leave her in peace and go my own way with Chris, or we can play together, that's just as fine. I mean, she does tell me when she has enough, that's just fair, but she would not be bitchy or so, which is cool. Chris is worried she might be too soft, but I like her as a play friend.

 

Allright, my tummy is telling me I ate something I should not have eaten, so I think I will get Chris to go out with me again, ceers, Hapoo.

average activities

Hi everbody:

Have I told you that the Spanish tennis man Rafa has won a piece of gold at a turnament that only takes place every four years. And from tomorrow on he will be number one in the world. At the same turnament the initial tennis man, Alex, has not been able to play, and tennis Nicolás had left after the first round.

 

Apart from that, a couple of days ago the sister came with the tiny dog and picked us up. We went shopping for half a day, ad Chris and I returned with quite a few bags.

 

Cousin and Petra and Chris have been talking about litte Quito a lot lately, I hope I will get to see her again.

 

By the way, one thing I have to mention. One day Chris was working on the couch with my favourite carpet, ad I laid dow and soon took a nap. When I woke up, Chris was nowhere, so I ran back and forth through the big office, I just couldn't find her. Peope tried to call me, but I didn't listen, I just had one mission, that was to find Chris. One of the girls finally opened the bathroom door, where I saw Chris, calmly standing and washing her hands. Hey, it is ot fair to scare me! Well, she said she had asked if I wanted to go with her or sleep, and I hadn't moved. Well then wake me up Chris!

Okay, time to go out for my evening walk, cheers, Hapoo.

average activities

Hi from the leaving summerside:

 

Yes it is true, we have had scorching hot temperatures this past week, and Chris even wore short trousers or a skirt to go to work. She had artificial air by the desk and kindly made sure it even launched a breeze over my royal bed every now and then. Apart from that there's not much I can tell you, apart from this:

 

One morning as we walked to work, a car stopped beside us, and the cool colleague offered to take us to work with her. That was really cool, especially since I met one of the nice men from work when we got out at work. It was so cool to meet two ice people and be allowed to say hi to them. Ad at work Chris even allowed me to greet the oss across the aisle. I saw Angelique, and Petra, the dog trainer, finally came and said hi. i am sorry, I barked when she walked towards us - I simply cannot stop my territorial mind at work at times.

At night the finance man came, but when Chris and he talk, I either ask him for pets, or I take the chance to close my ears. That's one of the subjects in Chris' life I haven't yet grasped - money and why it is so necessary and sometimes essential in Chris' life.

 

The next night the sister, her daughter the niece, and the sister's man came to visit. I don't like it when the niece crawls on the floor imitating me, I prefer it when humans sit on chairs or sofas, so I can pet them. I am not too fond of the sister, but that night it was allright to have her with me. I even managed to get the boyfriend to pet me. Of course I did, because i look so i eed of pets!

 

And the night after that mom came to pick us up from work. I spotted her, when Chris and I walked towards the exit door, stretched my body, wagged my tail but was quiet other wise. Mom is the bestest ever, after Chris, of course. And I do believe mom is Chris' most loyal friend, now that Shadow's left. Or maybe I have to include the friend here, the one Chris emails with and talks on the phone with, but she is another story, that friend.

We first went for a Hapoo run and then shoppng for Chris' food, and at night the humans had wine and talked. In the orning I tried to wake mom up whenever she turned in her bed, but sadly mom didn't listen, but she got up when she felt it as right to get up. The ladies had breakfast, and then mom ironed clothes and cleaned a spot in the kitchen Chris hates to clean. And I can sense that she is really grateful to mom or that.

 

And from the time mom left until now there as only been sports on TV, or for 90 percent of the time anyway.She also did a research o the Mr tennis man Nicolas, but she hasn't found anything about him for now. She says today there was not much tennis action going on, because it rained at the venue. Okay, then let's hope for someting toorrow, and for Nicolas tennis man to advance to the next round.

Cheers for the moment, Hapoo.