right down to chaos

Hi all:

Now that Chris is back and running, she is back to life, it seems.

Yesterday in the afternoon the sister came with the tiny dog and the two girls. The tiny one very casually spred out on my Hapoo mat, and I didn't chase him down. It was just too bad, I am so used to my place that I don't know where to go when it is occupied. They left after a short visit, and Chris relaxed some more. she sleeps a lot these days, she says it is the illness that is still in her bones.

In the evening mom arrived, and we all went to the city by car. And before I knew it I found myself in the middle of many people in the concert place.

People are always amazed that I go along with Chris to such a noisy event, but she always replies that I prefer to deal with the noise to being left alone at home. And that is for sure. I can lay down under mom's ad Chris' seats and relax. Sometimes, when it gets too noisy, I just left my head or poke Chris with a paw, so she reaches down and pets me.

Last night it was not all that bad. During the break we went outside, and I spent the time tossung and turning in the snow, since I was let off leash. When I was done I came back to the ladies, and we went back inside for the second part.

Chris says that concert was very much made for her, and she enjoyed it a lot. Because of my ability to walk quickly past people, we got the ladies' clothes fast and were out of the theater even faster. When we were out we found out that it had snowed a thick layer again, and so mom decided to take us home instead of letting us take the streetcar. Chris was tired, she did not let me run in the snow again, and this morning it was mostly gone. I did still find a huge pile to toss in. When I do that on leash, Chris always has to call me to her to untangle the leash.

She says that it is back to work tomorrow, and that I'd better behave when i see all the wonderful people.

Cheers for the moment, Hapoo.

we are back online

Hello all and everybody:

I don't know where to start, so many things have happened.

The most important thing is that last week I made an effort to sing at everybody I thought worth singing to.

Of course, the reaction followed right away. Chris put down her power and prevented everybody from petting me, including all my bestest friends. And they, believe it or not, didn't even dare speaking up for me or cheating!

I was so excited to meet everybody, only the other blind colleague said that one couldn't deny me my positive excitement. But Chris argued that he would not like it if I howled really loud as soon as I saw somebody I like enter the office. Chris says that good behaviour is the price I have to pay for being allowed to accompany her everywhere.

And if that's the case, I will try my best to obey. On Friday the ban was lifted, and I was allowed to go see Petra. That same day we went out of the office in the middle of the day. Chris let me run, and then we went home. She took her blanket and lay down on the sofa and slept and slept. She was not at all feeling well, she said she felt like walking in slow motion, and making herself food was really a slow thing.

The next morning mom came, took me for the morning walk and cleaned the kitchen, while Chris collected some of her stuff. We went into the car, and mom took us home with her.

What was strange, however, was that Chris and I staayed upstairs most of the time, in the livingroom. Mom let her sleep in her own bed, so they could talk while Chris was lying down, and I slept on my usual carpet in the livingroom. For the first days mom took me for the walks. and we then were joined by the niece Lena. A day later another niece came, little Tale. We went into a doctor's house, where Chris was examined, and they said she had the flue and was not to go to work until next week.

Two days ago we all went into the city and found out that the vet we usually go to had retired. So we will have to look for somebody else to give me my annual shots. We went into a bookstore and to the bank and then to have food, and then we went shopping quickly. The girls were in the small pet shop, where we found a new Hapoo mat for myself which was put into the bedroom. It is true, that mat was the oldest and smallest, so I have a good spot between the small bedside table and the heater.

Have a good time everybody, Yours, Hapoo.

almost finished

Hi everybody:

I can tell that the tennis-mania is almost done. We moved back into the bedroom a few nights ago, where I spotted a change. Beside the bed there is a tiny small chest now, where the radio has been pot. It used to stand on the pillow of the first half of the bed. And now that that half of the bed was cleared, Chris has decided to sleep in there. That used to be the guests' side, but now it is hers, and now the guests will have to climb over the foot rail to fall into their half of the bed. I wish that half was reserved for me, but Chris is unbreakable in her point of view that dogs do not belong on beds, because they shed and don't leave their shoes outside and occasionally toss in the mud. Okay there she has a point, because I hate getting bathed with a passion.

Now she is still watching that game, but she doesn't wake up in the middle of the night anymore, but she gets up as usual and has breakfast before the ball beating starts. She says that tennis Rafa had the longest match of all times to play a couple of days ago when mom was here, and that he is now looking a little tired, unfortunately. She really wishes for him to win. That's a pity, because Chris would be sad for sure.

But she has made tennis plans, and she is trying her best to take me flying up in the sky. I will do anything, as long as Chris doesn't leave me alone, and she has promised that she won't.

She wants to take me to Spain, if the folks there agree to let me walk on the courts. And when we go to Hamburg, which is now in summer, then Daniel might accompany us, the man who almost always sits in the weelchair that he moves with his hands. I like him. When he comes by at work to pet me, he is always fascinated how I ask Chris' permission first and then come to get my pets. When he sits in his chair, it is perfect for me to rest my head.

I think something else is going to happen, for she is washing my Hapoo place covers and packing her bag for going to work. Maybe we are going back to work tomorrow. I will keep you informed, cheers for the moment, Hapoo.