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Hello everybody:

I have the chance now to update you further. But beffore I start: let's get political. Chris wants me to tell that we even have somebody from our highest parliament reading the stories of mine. Hi parliament, can I com and flirt with all of you? Chris says there would be over a thousand parliamentary hands to do so, already deducting those who aren't there and those who are scared -tss- scared - of me!

 

Anyhow, I was going to tell you that on Saturday, the last really nice and warm day, Chris harnessed me up and we turned into the direction of the streetcar. I showed her the traffic pole and we crossed the street somewhat diagonally, so Chris could locate the curb before the tracks. We have toe option to cross straight and walk across the tracks, or to go diagonal, so Chris knows where the platform before the tracks is. The sighted folks say it looks dangerous, but I am by her side, and we have our own ways. We waited a little, until a streetcar arrived. And before I could even thi9nk that we would board the train, a man got off and greeted Chris like they meet every day. Truth is I have never ever seen him, and Chris and he later decided that it was thirteen or fourteen years ago when they had met first. I didn't even sing for him, he was so unenthusiastic about me and so calm, I didn't get the chance.We walked home, and then Chris prepared pasta, and afterwards they sat down and talked. I tried to get the man to flirt, but he wasn't too thrilled. He petted me and then Chris sent me to my place. He is really weird, I don't even think I would want to sing for him. I don't even bark at him, he is just there and everything is allright. He is even resistent to my wakeup calls - strange guy.

 

By the way, his name is Daniel, too, but he has no wheels or dog or crutches or cane. His sight serves him well, he says.

They spent the afternoon talking and listening to music, and then they sat outside on the balcony. Daniel is the second person after Sophia, the fun friend, who fell asleep in the comfortable chair out there. Chris woke him up after she had finished checking her emails and stuff like that, and then the chatting continued. Later at night the doorbell rang, Daniel went to open the door, and in he came with good smelling pizza - only for humans, of course. But well, we know our fate, we well-behaved dogs do.

 

the next morning Chris and I left the house for the morning route, while Daniel was still sleeping. After she had prepared breakfast enough, we woke him up, and the friendly calm harmony continued. I think the two got along as if they had never had the break in communication. Chris even played the piano for him, and that, believe me, is an honour at its finest. She even quietly sang along - she does that to guests one in a hundred times or so. Then we walked to the streetcar stop again. But since Chris let me walk on the flexible leash, we took Daniel up to the traffic pole and then he crossed on his own and I finally got to do my business in all peace and quiet.

I really think Chris liked that day with Daniel, and he enjoyed it, too, because I was very polite with him myself. After all, I am a royalty and can behave if I have to.

Cheers, Hapoo.