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.