Saturday, March 30, 2013

Mister What?

Oh people and dogs,

I know I have not written for ages, but this was due to the fact that
Chris, and at times also I, was and were very very busy.

We started on a journey, at the end of which we saw Mr Mylove, went to
his place to sleep there, and then were picked up by a lady I don't
remember having seen. Then came boring hours, in which I only had to
sleep and watch, many people around a table, talking, having coffee, and
talking some more.
in the evening the lady took me back home in her car, and Chris, too, of
course. But what a surprise, Chris left, the lady returned on her own,
and I went by car with her to go to her apartment.
I have to admit, Sarah was really nice and wonderful, gave me my food
and pets and cuddles, and took me for morning and evening walks. The
next morning I saw Chris and was surely happy. The next night I stayed
with Sarah again, and I was a bit more relaxed to stay with her. But
yes, I like Chris, even though I sometimes don't show.
It was really cool to be back home for a weekend.

Then came the telephone time.
Chris seemed to have re-discovered her little tiny mobile telephone. She
picked it up, put her finger on the telephone and started to talk for
seven million eternities.
However, we also walked to that hotel place, where we had been before,
met the lady we had met before, I slept in the doorway, under the table
or beside Chris' chair, while again, folks talked, Chris pretended to
listen and claimes she learnt something.

However, the boring part was the evening. Chris picked up the
mysteriously talented telephone, put headsets into her ears and talked.
I assume she talked to a mysterious mister.

Mister, at first I thought I wanted to call you the thief or the time
killer, because you stole all of Chris' time, made her talk to you only
and exclusively, and I never got to play with her. Well I did, but
still, one has to complain, right?

Then I thought Mister Boring was another nice name, because it is simply
boring to watch Chris sit in her chair, talk to herself, eventually hold
the phone in front of her in her hand, and occasionally walk to the
coffee machine to get herself a cup of that favourite drink of hers.

I have discovered two more things them. She speaks English, a language I
have learnt while spying, and she types another one I absolute fail to
understand - I have no idea where they speak it and what it means and
why one would want to speak yet another combination of noises than the
ones I know. However, it made her, my Chris, smile when she heard these
foreign noises on her telephone, so I thought I could just as well call
you Mister Smiles. It would have been a good name, because I have found
out that that incredibly capable telephone of hers does not only show
her to you, but if her eyes were working, it would also show you to her,
and if she could she would see you smiling as you are smiling at her. I
am not telling her that, because she knows herself for some odd reason.
And anyway, if her eyes were working she would no longer need me, and
that would certainly mean I am out of work and need to receive
unemployment money, like the humans do. Or if not money, then at least
unemployment food, please - and of this a lot!
Ehm well, not really a good idea, I would prefer to be with Chris, to
travel wth her and to see all the people I like.

Mysterious Mister, you also started to call Chris your little dear sun,
and she loves to be called that for a reason I still fail to grasp.
However, because you call her this, and because she smiles when you do,
I assume that you must be her Mister Sun then, right?

You guys are still talking on the multi-talented telephone voice box
camera communicater a lot, but Chris does find the time to play with me,
and we do go to work and I do get to see sister Suse and friend Martina
with a really strange human puppy, and I also do get to see the big
boss, too.
So I have come to the conclusion that you must be kind and nice, and
that you should come see us soon, so I can check you out and see if I
like you.
I know, Chris doesn't care so much if I like you or not, but I do! For
now you are accepted and recognized as Mr Sun by my crazy playfulness,
and as long as you make the lovely Chris happy, it will be allright.

Welcome to the family, mysterious Mr sun - says Quito and sees if you
are up for a long good dog kiss.
Ha, Chris is laughing and telling me in my dreams, you wouldn't like
Quito kisses. Why, why not? Quito kisses are cool, I know because I give
them away very generously! But okay, if you don't want them I will keep
them for Lena, for sister Suse, for Micki and for Daniel's glasses, and
very occasionally for Chris, too.

Byebye for now, Yours, Quito.