Tuesday, October 28, 2008

The straige ways music goes

Dearest Mr Music Man:

With all respect - since my most favourite and bestest human thinks greatly of you - did you *have to* do this?

Admittedly, we had a strange day again today. she got out of bed outrageously early, cleaned up, searched for the tennis Quito man on the internet, cleaned some more, enjoyed the sun on the balcony and walked to work in the sunshine, light thoughts in her head, trusting my skills. She worked a little, had lunch and a chat with the cousin and then went to a tiny office with me to talk to one of the important ladies. Then we went outside, but she couldn't deny that she was tired. She ended up playing word tennis with the weelchair man, until the other lady I hadn't seen for ages came and asked if we wanted to have coffee. So off we went, the weelchair and its man, Chris and I, and finally the friend. She barely manages to accept me, but I was allowed to greet her.

After coffee the nice weelchair man gave us a ride home, where Chris collapsed on the couch to sleep. Her phone woke her up to tell her that her cleaning efforts would pay off. The other friend is coming to visit tomorrow - that's cool.

So finally she goes and turns on the PC again to check her emails. She replies to all others before opening the music.

Oh yes, I now your voice by now, trust me, and I have gotten used to it. But did you *have to* make her cry? She's tired, allright, but she is, if you let her emotional. She says it is so true that there is a story to every song you write or love. She listened for a long time, and she says that now, with your memories in mind, she is looking forward to the new music you are soon going to share. I am hopeless, o yeah, I am hoping you might come and bring it yourself, so you two can remember and tell stories. She loves stories, and she can tell so many.

A question: Do all people whose name starts with Chris like stories? She says that the CD will be like one of the classical symphonies by some man long turned to dust - it's his sixth one of the kind called the pastoral symphony or so. There he also tells the story, so Chris can imagine it while the music is playing. She says if you do that, it is much easier to apreciate and feel what you might have felt when you first met the song on your road - whichever road she means. After all, a road is full of obstacles she should not meet, because I guide her around them...

She says she is younger than you, and so she is not so attached to some of the songs. But you telling the stories puts her in your shoes - again, wouldn't that look awkward - or your mindset, and then she can understand and listen out with the feelings you shared in her own heart.

She says she has been to the vilage by the sea, and to the castle, and to the big city too, and she loves Ireland. That was before my time, and she can tell many stories from back then. And she says that it is only fair that you have a hero who makes you float for hours after meeting him, so you, even you, know what that silly thing is all about.

What do you think, should I remind her to tell another story of a song of yours? Or are you fed up with so many stories by now? She says some people like to read hers, too, but in my humble dogful opinion what matters is whether you like it or not, because they are about you and the results of what you call your profession.

You have chosen a good profession I think, because it makes Chris happy for reasons I fail to grasp. Well, maybe not always happy, but it touches her in one or another way, your job that is. Allright then, if that's the case, I think you surely have earned my respect, because Chris doesn't think so kind and positive about every person or every job they do.

And just so you know what Chris has been listening to, here comes the source:

 

http://www.weltbild.de/footsteps-chris-de-burgh/index.html?b=4783127

 

Cheers, Hapoo.

Quito and Quito

What do these two words have to do with each other? Yeah, say it once, in my opinion, and everybody knows that we are talking about the puppy who is doing all kinds of stuff in her teenage life, and who comes to work with Petra every now and then.
 
Well the story is that she has to change host families again. You knw, us Hovawarts, we need somebody who lays out the rules clearly for us to follow. If they want to spoil us, we will soon take advantage of it. Apparently Quito wanted to play with the child, and pinched her leg in her rough play. So the man, whose favourite Quito was, was frightened. And Petra thinks the lady was jealous of Quito, and Quito was jealous of the child. So Petra was in no good mood, and I had to comfort her yesterday when I spotted her.
 
But when Chris says Quito, she means Spanish classes in the future, and surely tennis man called Nicolas. After all, he is responsible for the dog's name. She is reading his website now, I mean the tennis man's, because the dog has none so far. She says he is playing tennis in his home country soon, and she should think of going there to see him, since e never comes to play where she could see him otherwise.
 
She is strange. She spends money on papers to see the music man, she spends just as much to see tennis men, but they never reward us by visiting, talking with her and petting me. I mean isn't that what they all should do after hard work, relax? I'll put my head on their knees and ask for pets. Ask mom, pettiing me is relaxing!
 
So I am afraid that one day Chris will go to the place called Quito, with or without the woofer, to study the tennis man's language. Can humans flirt, I wonder???
 
If you readers know, would you share your views with me? And if so, can Chris?
Cheers, Hapoo.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Moon dancer

- or so she says!
 
Well why is it that Chris wakes up in the middle of the night, puts on the radio, turns it off, only to turn herself around and around in her bed, before finally getting up to either drink something or switch on her computer. I think dogs are allowed to sleep at night, when the ones they care for are also sleeping. But I don't understand why she decided to get up this time.
I mean no TV was on, which would have meant tennis. No TV was on, which might have meant music from the Music Man. No phone calls, which might have meant an update from Shadow.
 
She slept so badly all week, that we left work earlier. Chris says she just was not able to concentrate anymore. So we left, went home, and she lay down on the sofa to sleep. She took me out for a Hapoo walk, played computer and watched some TV, and then slept forever. Yesterday during the day it was no better. but after her sleeping session she went and did laundry and cleaned the apartment and all that.
 
Suddenly the door opened, and I saw mom. However, she was tired, so I had to be quiet. The ladies sat in the livingroom for a little while, and then went to sleep. Chris fell asleep, but then woke up and never slept, until she left the bedroom. I heard her punchhing the computer keys, and the TV was on, but no tennis or any other alternative either.This morning, hhowever, all the three of us went to the bakery, where they bought a lot of human sweets and bread.
 
At home they hid in the kitchen and did whatever, and when they came out, mom gave me pets again. of course, because I begged her for pets. And then after mom nad left, Chris lay down on the couch and slept some more. She appears to be a day sleeper.
 
She says it is because the mon is bothering her. Why is that? How can the moon with her light bother humans? I mean I don't go outside and howl at it, do I? Just sleep when you're tired and tell the moon not to bother, to stop it or so, one of these highly precise commands you have for me, and it *will* stop, I'm sure. Who could resist Chris' strict commanding voice, I wonder! Especially when you know what happens if you don't obey. Well don't worry, I'm still alive, and well so, but it is always great to make Chris happy. I try, and so the moon should!
Cheers, Hapoo.

Friday, October 10, 2008

meet and greet

Yes, yes, yes! I did meet everybody I was supposed to meet. In the morning, when Chris was ready to get herself coffee, the nice colleague came to say hi. I think she likes him a lot, and he likes me a lot - good man! He said hi to me, and then all the three of us went to the couches with the nice fluffy carpet, where the humans talked, and the man petted me until he had to leave. I think he should have stayed here for the weekend, for it is really nice and sunny and warm outside, great for the beach, if you ask me.
 
In the afternoon, when Chris and I went for the afternoon walk, little Quito jumped out of Petra's car, and she and I ran, until I had enough and ate grass. Chris says Quito has gain in weight, but not in height, but se looks more self-confident now than before, and she loves Petra. Well, who doesn't love Petra? She is a messy drinker, messier than I am, but she can sit and even touch Chris' hand. I like her, as long as she doesn't try to boss me around, and so far she hasn't attempted to do so. We went upstairs, where Ilka said Chris should keep both of us. But Chris says when she walks along with both of us, nobody could pass us in the street. Ilka said that doesn't matter. I like her, she's cool. Petra and Quito walked into the cafeteria, but I had to stay with Chris, who had to work, or at least pretend to work.
And believe it or not, today, or latest on Sunday, mom is coming, and I can exercise my vocal chords!
Cheers and woofs to everyone, Hapoo.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

The flirt hangover

Hi everyone:
Have you heard of that, a flirt hangover? Well it's easy. Go to the sister's wedding and flirt with anybody you considder worth flirting with and who wishes to extend his or her hand to give you a small pet.
Then return home and try the same thing in the service center, where Chris tells you and anybody else who wishes to greet you off. O that was surely a hangover, I tried hard to persuade her to soften that rule a little, but she even told my favourite humans not to pet me unless I behaved apropriately. It was tough for all involved, except for the one and only iin command
 
The week of tortures, however, was only a short one, and soon Chris and I went on a train. On that train there was a really nice man who did not mind sharing footspace with me, and who did pet me when I lifted up my head for that kind treatment. So while Chris was dozing off, I got pets, and she didn't seem to mind. Our destination was a platform, on which we met the friend and her mom. What followed was a relaxing weekend with hapoo routes with interesting smells. The friend ignores me and I ignore her, so it was nice and stressless. We took the train home a lady took us to the city train, and from our stop I walked us home safely. And I was glad to be back home, that much is for sure.
 
This week, the boss is all stressed, but occasionally she pets me, and her boss, too is here, and he smells like the huge dog. And if my ears serve me well, then I think baby Quito is coming in tomorrow. But I will tell you about that another time, the lazy one wants to go to sleep. Cheers, Hapoo.