<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:19:04.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapoo Talks</title><subtitle type='html'>Chris' guide dogs have stories to tell!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>547</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6675923078127102333</id><published>2011-12-22T06:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:56:22.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><summary type='text'>Well I really have to say this: What a day!Two days go Micki arrived in the morning, and we went grocery shopping. That was nothing spectacular, of course. Then, after having done so, the ladies let me sniff out a little green patch outside the shopping stuff. And then we went somewhere else, where there were many trees standing around. I don't know why that was, but there were really many. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6675923078127102333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6675923078127102333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6675923078127102333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6675923078127102333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5852413736234739459</id><published>2011-12-10T14:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:38:33.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another city trip</title><summary type='text'>Hello hello!Thought I had disappeared? Well no I haven't, but only been quiet.It has gotten a bit colder here, but the weather is usually nice. Just these past few days the wind has gotten stronger and more furiously biting my ears and Chris' nose.A few days ago Micki came to visit, and we all went to the city using the streetcar. We got off and walked to a tiny shop, where a man took Chris to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5852413736234739459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5852413736234739459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5852413736234739459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5852413736234739459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/12/yet-another-city-trip.html' title='Yet another city trip'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6208902601443871811</id><published>2011-12-05T06:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T06:48:48.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am fun!</title><summary type='text'>Of course I am, believe me!Not only am I fun, I am also highly adapiable.When Chris is on the phone with Mylove, I come and ask for pets, because she is sitting still and won't run away.Then once we went shopping, the sister, Chris and I, and I took Chris to the shopping street, and we found a caf´e where we could wait for the sister. During shopping I lay quietly and sometimes ran to follow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6208902601443871811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6208902601443871811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6208902601443871811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6208902601443871811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-fun.html' title='I am fun!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3336164405476397472</id><published>2011-11-22T06:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:52:57.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The week abroad</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody:Well it takes a bit of time these days, but now I've managed, and here goes the report about the week abroad.O had mentioned it before, for one week Chris and I were abroad. She is smiling at me, for we weren't abroad, just in another city, the Big Berlin. Okay, it wasn't abroad, because people spoke that same human language I am most familiar with. Anyway, one morning Chris and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3336164405476397472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3336164405476397472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3336164405476397472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3336164405476397472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-abroad.html' title='The week abroad'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6756821543351947771</id><published>2011-11-15T06:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:15:43.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><summary type='text'>Hello all you impatient woofs and humans:Before you read on, I need to disappoint you. Chris tells me I only have time to tell you that I am alive and kicking, that the last weeks were quite busy, and that I will hopefilly have the chance to write more details very soon.At first Chris was very busy working at another place than the usual one, then we had a weekend with the friend, and then we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6756821543351947771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6756821543351947771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6756821543351947771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6756821543351947771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7079969614488663779</id><published>2011-10-20T06:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:48:42.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>busy day</title><summary type='text'>hHey, she did it, she let me type right after the cool event!Well to be honest I think it was cool only for Chris. But of course, I had my fun times, too. Micki arrived at home at one point yesterday, and Chris told her how to behave around me, so I didn't all hyped up. After a while of human talking we all left and took the streetcar to the city.There Chris picked up the harness handle and made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7079969614488663779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7079969614488663779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7079969614488663779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7079969614488663779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-day.html' title='busy day'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2526657851699189471</id><published>2011-10-17T06:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:55:32.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Human puppies and cheese treats</title><summary type='text'>Hello outside world:Again it's been a long time I managed th get paw time on the keys, and again so much has happened. I will start by telling you that one day Micki came to pick us up, and we drove to the furniture store. There the humans had food, the ladies bought some wooden boards of varying sizes, put them into the car, and then we walked back inside the store. Chris picked up the harness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2526657851699189471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2526657851699189471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2526657851699189471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2526657851699189471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/10/human-puppies-and-cheese-treats.html' title='Human puppies and cheese treats'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1742661076147444207</id><published>2011-10-03T16:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:04:10.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>She's gone...</title><summary type='text'>Hello all:I have to tell you about last week. Of course, a few nice things happened. it started with Daniel on wheels picking us up and going to the city in his car. We walked along the pedestrian zone to the bank where Chris gets those papers che calls omney, and then to a human food place, where they ate and talked, gave the lady those money papers and we then walked back to the car. Having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1742661076147444207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1742661076147444207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1742661076147444207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1742661076147444207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-gone.html' title='She&apos;s gone...'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3310019105547722989</id><published>2011-09-27T06:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:45:09.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>another week has passed</title><summary type='text'>Well, there it is, and believe it or not, it is summer here again! You surely don't know whether you should wear winter or summer coat. And Chris is delighted because I have been shedding hair all the way since May she claims.Since we have returned from the trip things have been a little quiet hhere. Once we met the nice friend who now has cats, as the smell of her clothes tells, and we went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3310019105547722989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3310019105547722989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3310019105547722989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3310019105547722989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-week-has-passed.html' title='another week has passed'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1483755544823231505</id><published>2011-09-19T14:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:22:52.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday time!!!</title><summary type='text'>Hi again, I am back!in fact, I have returned last night, but the travel was different from what I had expected before we left.The day we left, Chris took the bag and my harness, and we went to the train station by streetcar. Then Chris made me find the bakery, where she ordered coffee and a snack for herself and then took me to a seat. After a while i heard Micki and sister Suse, and they soon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1483755544823231505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1483755544823231505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1483755544823231505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1483755544823231505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/09/holiday-time.html' title='Holiday time!!!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3039947002652138359</id><published>2011-09-15T08:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:25:29.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>travels - past and future</title><summary type='text'>Folks, she tells me to hurry, but I had to sneak in at least a short update on what we have been up to before we head off for new adventures again.One day, a bit more than a week ago, Chris and I took a car to the train station, where a lady took us to a train. We travelled for a long while until we got off, then a lady met us and took us to another car.The driver started talking to Chris, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3039947002652138359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3039947002652138359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3039947002652138359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3039947002652138359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/09/travels-past-and-future.html' title='travels - past and future'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2441188630615752336</id><published>2011-09-04T19:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:39:38.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on here?</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody:Do you want to hear another story about strange acting humans? Read on read on, here it comes.A while ago Chris brought some of her plastic carrying bags, those she brings from the furniture store with the arrows on the ground. However, when she did bring them out, we did not go to a furnitire store. Instead I got to see what she was hiding from me in the cupboards high annd low </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2441188630615752336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2441188630615752336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2441188630615752336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2441188630615752336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-going-on-here.html' title='What is going on here?'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2037007788382863916</id><published>2011-08-26T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:27:30.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the beach!</title><summary type='text'>oh yes, I can tell you that this was a wonderful break of the quietly floating routine in our lives.Well firstly, I need to mention that the friend has moved into the bedroom. When I first saw her at work, I had to look at her closely before remembering her. But then I was going to jump and bounce all the time, which Chris did not permit, of course. The friend even gave me pets, and Chris a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2037007788382863916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2037007788382863916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2037007788382863916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2037007788382863916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-at-beach.html' title='A night at the beach!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3735592851139260852</id><published>2011-08-20T16:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:18:45.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The food cube and the humming box</title><summary type='text'>Hello there:You know, Chris has really woken up. She and Mylove are talking on the phone, and Chris has decided that sleeping in the livingroom is the better choice, for whatever reason. There are no flying balls on TV, o no there are, but not so many, and the men aren't making the balls fly. She says the friend Silke is coming to stay with us soon. That is the one who used to go to the talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3735592851139260852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3735592851139260852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3735592851139260852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3735592851139260852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/08/food-cube-and-humming-box.html' title='The food cube and the humming box'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-160932711881525562</id><published>2011-08-11T06:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:50:36.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain games</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:Chris is creatively using her brain in my favour. Just the other day we played hunting. she distributed a huge portion of the Quito food in the livingroom and the corridor, and I had to run and find it all. That was great fun! Before that she had hidden some delicious treats in my dog bed. Right between the matress and the fluffy edge there is a kind of a pocket where she can hide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/160932711881525562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=160932711881525562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/160932711881525562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/160932711881525562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/08/brain-games.html' title='Brain games'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1041896699016210635</id><published>2011-08-06T08:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:30:51.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>At the hotel</title><summary type='text'>Hello again&gt;Oh I am so happy when we do something new - it is fantastic and adventurous! When we started the new week, I discovered a great friend of mine back at work. It is Michael, who plays rough with me. And after a team meeting, which I had to spend lying under a chair, Chris allowed for a quick playing time. We then ran around for Chris' work, and then we saw Michael again, with the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1041896699016210635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1041896699016210635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1041896699016210635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1041896699016210635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-hotel.html' title='At the hotel'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8716833764776076845</id><published>2011-08-04T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:23:12.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a new inhabitant</title><summary type='text'>ello all&gt;I need to tell you about last week. One day after work Daniel on wheels and Chris put me into Daniel's car, after she and I had gone home and come downstairs with a few blankets. Daniel put one on his back seat and then let me hop in. We drove a little while, and then the humans left me in the car. Boring!It took a long while until thez came back, Chris carrzing a fairly large package of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8716833764776076845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8716833764776076845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8716833764776076845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8716833764776076845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-inhabitant.html' title='a new inhabitant'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3481311526892621872</id><published>2011-07-26T21:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:27:18.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The climax day</title><summary type='text'>So then came the Sun day, as they call it. Chris woke up really early, stayed in bed for a while and used her telephone as computer. she says that is the most quiet alternative, so she didn't wake up Mylove, who was sleeping beside her. But then she got up and quietly went into the kitchen, where she prepared coffee. Then she returned with two mugs of it, and very very calmly she walked into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3481311526892621872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3481311526892621872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3481311526892621872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3481311526892621872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/climax-day.html' title='The climax day'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1647484493585366217</id><published>2011-07-25T05:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T05:46:15.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The active weekend</title><summary type='text'>Hi again everybody:It really seems Chris has decided to let me play the keyboards more often, so I can update you faster on what has happened.I told you, Chris' birthday was over, but she continued being active. She started cleaning up, re-arranging things in her bedroom, and even at one point removed my bed from the bedroom. After that had happened, she disappeared in the kitchen, prepared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1647484493585366217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1647484493585366217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1647484493585366217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1647484493585366217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/active-weekend.html' title='The active weekend'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5140824536512006214</id><published>2011-07-23T09:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:13:25.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of events!</title><summary type='text'>Hello again everybody:It's been a long time since I last wrote, but I tell you, we were quite busy. The last week started with a shopping trip, which of course, Micki accompanied us on. The ladies had a good time, apparently, but I, too, got a tiny treat from where it smells deliciously like fresh meat. The man on the right side of the meat handed Chris a tiny bit of meat after she and Micki had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5140824536512006214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5140824536512006214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5140824536512006214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5140824536512006214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/loads-of-events.html' title='Loads of events!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7644001812862175494</id><published>2011-07-08T20:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:58:29.504+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange dog</title><summary type='text'>Hello all woofs and folks:Yesterday after some keyboard work, Chris took her backpack and we walked downstairs. First we went for the dog route, and then we waited until Daniel arrived in his car. We went to the furniture store, where some folks were already waiting. When the group was complete, we all went inside, but not to the furniture. Instead we all walked up the stairs, Chris was given a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7644001812862175494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7644001812862175494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7644001812862175494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7644001812862175494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/strange-dog.html' title='A strange dog'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1725023555332749896</id><published>2011-07-06T22:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:06:29.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><summary type='text'>Just a test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1725023555332749896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1725023555332749896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1725023555332749896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1725023555332749896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7418891035313165720</id><published>2011-07-06T07:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:08:07.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a diver</title><summary type='text'>Hey there:chris wants to make up for my long weblog absence it seems - good girl! But I must say that many things are happening these days.Yesterday we left for work extremely early. We walked along quiet roads, only with many cars already awake. When we arrived, Chris made me walk on instead of turning towards the gate. We walked to the deserted car parking place, where - believe it - she took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7418891035313165720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7418891035313165720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7418891035313165720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7418891035313165720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-diver.html' title='I am a diver'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6304522300412211500</id><published>2011-07-05T05:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T05:23:29.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'>walking with wheels</title><summary type='text'>Hey all:Oohoo, she's letting me play keyboards again!!!Well, yesterday something unusual but extremely fun happened! At work Chris and I walked around a lot, and she says she had a lot to do. We finally settled on the couch we go to when the usual desk is blocked. Chris unpacked the tiny PC and started working. At one point Daniel on wheels arrived, took my leash and made me follow him. We went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6304522300412211500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6304522300412211500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6304522300412211500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6304522300412211500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/walking-with-wheels.html' title='walking with wheels'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1667414192860378979</id><published>2011-07-04T06:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:03:07.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt sooooo bad!</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone:Last week, I think it was Monday, I felt so bad. It all started with the lunch dog walk, when I preferred playing to doing my business.Afterwards we went home, Chris talked to her boss and then spent a long time just listening to the voices on her telephone. She calls that a web conference.I really had to go busy, so I went into the bedroom and found relief there. Chris eventually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1667414192860378979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1667414192860378979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1667414192860378979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1667414192860378979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-felt-sooooo-bad.html' title='I felt sooooo bad!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8710569835240641841</id><published>2011-06-27T06:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:41:30.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened then</title><summary type='text'>Well, after the journey to see Mr Mylove, Chris and I had a few quiet days, until the friend of hers came who doesn't like dogs too much. The days continued to be quiet, but the company was nice. And before that visit we went major shopping with yet another friend, who is apparently going to move to Berlin soon. Pity, bedcause she is great fun and a fast speaker and full of energy.then after yet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8710569835240641841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8710569835240641841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8710569835240641841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8710569835240641841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-happened-then.html' title='What happened then'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2696962111593969491</id><published>2011-06-23T07:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:11:05.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another journey</title><summary type='text'>So we went by one train, and when we got off, a man took us to another platform, where we met a colleague from work. He and I got on another train, but he got off earlier than us. Another little while later, another man got off. Chris says he had been making sure that she and I were all right all the while, even though they hadn't known each other.Finally we got off, too, and this time, a lady </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2696962111593969491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2696962111593969491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2696962111593969491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2696962111593969491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-journey.html' title='Another journey'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2885865780943052354</id><published>2011-06-19T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:43:04.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We are explorers!</title><summary type='text'>Hello to all of you out there:Don't blame me, blame Chris if you like! The holds the key to the blog, and I can only type when she permits it!Before she thinks of reasons to stop me, I will tell you about my adventures right away.While we were on holidays, which means no going to work, we did meet up with Daniel on wheels a few times. Once we met outside to walk to the larger grocery store, where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2885865780943052354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2885865780943052354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2885865780943052354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2885865780943052354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-explorers.html' title='We are explorers!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7228276159175250574</id><published>2011-05-28T14:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:35:30.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The busy week continued</title><summary type='text'>Oh well folks and woofs,it's been yet another busy time, and Chris was busy on her own PC rather than letting me type, so here I am finally, while she is watching both tennis and cars.On the day that followed we didn't do much, but in the afternoon we went to the usual store. It is not too far to walk, and I sniffed the gradd and had fun. We bought only a few things after the humans had had food </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7228276159175250574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7228276159175250574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7228276159175250574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7228276159175250574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-week-continued.html' title='The busy week continued'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1495482707038369823</id><published>2011-05-15T21:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:53:49.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><summary type='text'>Allright, here comes another part of the busy week, and busy and exciting it was.As I said, we left Sunday early morning to take trains for a long ride home. Mr Mylove accompanied us all the way, and I really like him loads. He even came up into the apartment with us, and later he lay down in the bed with Chris, like they did at the home near the river.The next morning we got up all on our own, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1495482707038369823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1495482707038369823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1495482707038369823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1495482707038369823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1130759847187784069</id><published>2011-05-14T15:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:41:45.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another journey</title><summary type='text'>Hello again:I know it's been a while since I updated you on all that's been going on around here, but for one thing we didn't have the computer turned on for too long, and for another we were really busy all the time.However, the journey we went on this time started in a car. Chris put me into the car harness, where she can attach me to the safety belt system if she has to. I was put into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1130759847187784069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1130759847187784069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1130759847187784069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1130759847187784069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-journey.html' title='Another journey'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5141097440536670595</id><published>2011-05-03T06:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T06:52:37.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy!</title><summary type='text'>While the past week has been mainly routines after we had arrivbed back home, yesterday was busy.First thing after we arrived was to go to the quiet office with Daniel, and Chris stood her ground when I wanted to pull and run after Daniel in the attempt to follow him. Once we had arriived in the office Chris made sure I lay down and remain quiet before letting me speed off to greet Daniel.Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5141097440536670595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5141097440536670595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5141097440536670595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5141097440536670595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3365414954934830855</id><published>2011-05-02T07:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T07:02:58.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3 - The mystery solved</title><summary type='text'>After the water experience we walked some more, took a bus and walked more yet. And when we arrived at home, Chris almost had to drag me up the steps. O I was so so tired!Chris says Mr Voice, Ralf, is a great cook, and he had bought her favourite letuce, too! And the dressing was really delicious. How come they dress a salade before they eat it?The next morning after they finally decided to wake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3365414954934830855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3365414954934830855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3365414954934830855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3365414954934830855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-3-mystery-solved.html' title='Part 3 - The mystery solved'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6593431792274018464</id><published>2011-04-29T07:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T06:59:50.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II - The Mystery Solved</title><summary type='text'>I think after exploring the apartment and the water for me we all took a break. Then we headded outside again, and the humans brought a lot of grocery home with them. Chrris even carried a bagin the hand where my leash is, but I walkked very nicely despite that little distraction, so I found and so she said.Chris even retrieved one candle holder from her big backpack, which found a place on Mr </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6593431792274018464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6593431792274018464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6593431792274018464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6593431792274018464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-ii-mystery-solved.html' title='Part II - The Mystery Solved'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3153595436464617591</id><published>2011-04-28T06:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T06:40:10.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One mystery solved</title><summary type='text'>Woofs and non-woofs, here we are again, and Chris is letting me have the computer for a little while. What I want to tell you will probably have to be put into two entries, because did so so much!It all began when Micki came by, and the ladies spent quite some time in the bedroom in front of the wardrobe. Then we went shopping in the nearby supermarket, and then Micki left. Chris must have talked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3153595436464617591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3153595436464617591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3153595436464617591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3153595436464617591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-mystery-solved.html' title='One mystery solved'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3624909566744667203</id><published>2011-04-18T06:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:05:22.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Micki</title><summary type='text'>O what an exciting last two days!Two days ago, to begin with, we were at work very late, Chris and I. And while she was talking on the phone, I saw Micki walking in, accompanied by a tall man. I was going th greet Micki as enthusiastically as she deserves it, but Chris made me lie down beside her chair, even though she was on the phone, and so I had to remain calm.I first thought the tall man was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3624909566744667203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3624909566744667203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3624909566744667203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3624909566744667203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/04/meeting-micki.html' title='Meeting Micki'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5132810228742831474</id><published>2011-04-10T10:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:18:45.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><summary type='text'>Here is a short update from Chris and myself, because I am so proud of myself!Two days ago we had quite a stormroaring outside, even though the sun was shining. Chris says she was happy she did not have to walk to work with me, because she would not have heard the streetcar approach. As we went for our evening walk, we really had to face some strong wind. Suddenly, as we were aproaching the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5132810228742831474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5132810228742831474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5132810228742831474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5132810228742831474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3385967367069080078</id><published>2011-04-06T20:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:31:30.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange times and statistics</title><summary type='text'>Hey, did you know that Chris loves numbers and figures?She can see how many people are visiting my website, and where they are from. She is telling me that Mr Voice seems to be logging on regularly, and also somebody from not too far away from where we live. But because no names are displayed, she doesn't know who it is. You should leave a comment on this entry, so I know who you are, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3385967367069080078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3385967367069080078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3385967367069080078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3385967367069080078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/04/strange-times-and-statistics.html' title='Strange times and statistics'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2327023712883825906</id><published>2011-03-29T09:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:57:31.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love playing!</title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness,Chris is in the mood of educating me again. Sometimes it is fun, because it involves play. Sometimes, however, it is really frustrating.Two nights, just imagine, we went downstairs for the evening walk. The strange thing was that the doorbell rang, and instead of just picking up the phone by the door, talking and opening the door, she put me on the flexible leash and I raced her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2327023712883825906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2327023712883825906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2327023712883825906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2327023712883825906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-playing.html' title='I love playing!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6234811845445794499</id><published>2011-03-26T21:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:29:17.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I played a great trick!</title><summary type='text'>Hello again:Please forgive me for not posting too often. Chris is to blame, for she is always busy doing other things on the computer, or she is on the phone, or she is relaxing ...Well, that's life, I suppose.However, a couple of nights I played a marvelous trick on somebody. Chris let me run free in the new parking lot - as the old spot is being occupied by huge construction machines, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6234811845445794499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6234811845445794499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6234811845445794499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6234811845445794499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-played-great-trick.html' title='I played a great trick!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1788808223066398009</id><published>2011-03-14T08:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:28:53.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am three years old now!</title><summary type='text'>Hi there, woofs and words, and Voice!I am three years old now, Chris tells me, but I don't see a difference. However, this morning I was a little startled - it was raining. Can't remember when it has last rained here. I remember snow, but rain? Chris gave me time to sniff out the ground - smells really interesting after rain, that's for sure.She says on human birthdays humans get presents and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1788808223066398009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1788808223066398009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1788808223066398009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1788808223066398009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-three-years-old-now.html' title='I am three years old now!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3871571319163455387</id><published>2011-03-08T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:11:20.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Hello?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;woofwoof&gt; I am here and puzzled beyond limits.Voice, where are you? How can a spooky absent voice do so much to Chris? Voice, will you explain?Firstly, she states you have a good voice. Well yoou sound friendly and calm, allright, but what do I know?Secondly, you are a person behind the voice - where are you! You send her text messages, and she will almost immediately reply. She has got me so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3871571319163455387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3871571319163455387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3871571319163455387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3871571319163455387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-hello.html' title='Hello? Hello?'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-73297483038182404</id><published>2011-03-05T08:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:26:44.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's behaving ...</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:Generally, last week was an easy one. Chris spent Sunday lying on the couch. Monday Micki came to work. When I spotted her, I ran to greet her, but Chris called me back to my place &lt;oof&gt; However, when I was permitted to go, I rann like a rocket, jumped up on Micki, played tug with my leash and had Micki take me to the couch corner, where we waited for Chris to finish work. Then we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/73297483038182404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=73297483038182404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/73297483038182404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/73297483038182404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-behaving.html' title='She&apos;s behaving ...'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5262387055723803265</id><published>2011-02-27T08:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:35:54.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She never lets me talk!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, she's on the  keys herself, or we aren't home enough. Really, we've been fairly busy by Chris'  standards lately.   I don't know, I  don't think I'll remember all we did. Chris nd I went to the office a lot, and  at nights we went places. One night she wasn't feeling good, so Mr Daniel on  wheels made her leave the house with me. I love going to Daniel's place, I even  found the right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5262387055723803265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5262387055723803265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5262387055723803265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5262387055723803265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-never-lets-me-talk.html' title='She never lets me talk!!!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3291776462398497636</id><published>2011-02-14T07:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:51:25.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:I really need to update you on what has been happening around here lately, s the last week was a great one again.First we started out normal, but in the afternoon after work Chris harnessed me up and we met Mr Daniel on wheels in the street. We walked into a place where it smelled of great food. Chris and Daniel bought something for themselves, and then we left to go to Daniel's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3291776462398497636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3291776462398497636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3291776462398497636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3291776462398497636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/busy-week.html' title='busy week'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-9056035248592635292</id><published>2011-02-05T10:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:12:14.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris goes military</title><summary type='text'>Hello to all readers of Quito's weblog:She has been so kind to give me a free posting spot, so I can tell you all about our trip, the part where she was left in the car.We weren't mean or anything, but a boat built for military purposes is narrow and steep to climb into. We would have had to carry Quito inside, and even there she wouldn't have enjoyed it.True, we were met by a Captain, who showed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9056035248592635292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=9056035248592635292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/9056035248592635292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/9056035248592635292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/chris-goes-military.html' title='Chris goes military'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1496918876989270098</id><published>2011-02-05T09:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:42:47.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the bed is gone</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true, the bed is gone from the livingroom, and my mat has moved back to the bedroom. Well, I think I have to start telling the story from the beginning.Last week some day Micki arrived, and I was really so happy to see her. The friend Silke left for work, and Micki and Chris and I went shopping. However, we first went into a store where Chris disappeared behind a curtain, where I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1496918876989270098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1496918876989270098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1496918876989270098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1496918876989270098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/bed-is-gone.html' title='the bed is gone'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-4630395311949665362</id><published>2011-01-30T08:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:41:20.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my stolen dinner</title><summary type='text'>Hello  everybody:   Have I told you that  Chris says this will be our last day of vacation, because the tennis will be  over? Well, there we go,  but it hasn#t yet started, so I can paw away on the keys a  little.   one of these days we  went for our evening route. It was nice, we strolled along nd Chris was cold. I  am not, because I always wear my fur. Well, I did something cool. I found a dead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4630395311949665362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=4630395311949665362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4630395311949665362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4630395311949665362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-stolen-dinner.html' title='my stolen dinner'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6469973606075387907</id><published>2011-01-27T11:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:37:11.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a new member</title><summary type='text'>Hello all:Here we are again with a few stories.After the run to the bakery I was all hyped up and played with Chris with the ball, and she even threw my collar for me, before she settled down to watch tennis again. Later, when she got up from her day sleeping interval, we went for a walk, and then she unpacked her new but not yet used telephone again. She wanted to insert a card following the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6469973606075387907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6469973606075387907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6469973606075387907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6469973606075387907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-member.html' title='a new member'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7163651446727785027</id><published>2011-01-25T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:37:46.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>speedy Quito on the road again!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yippee yay, tailwags and circle runs!This morning was wonderful! I generally cannot complain, despite her tennis-mania, Chris tries to keep me busy. We play chase the tennis ball, fetch the cow hoof or I have to get my food out of the door handle machine, or I have to look for Chris, who is hiding somewhere in the bedroom. Sometimes we cuddle, too, which is loads of fun. My barking on command has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7163651446727785027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7163651446727785027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7163651446727785027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7163651446727785027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/speedy-quito-on-road-again.html' title='speedy Quito on the road again!!!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7107787943393842646</id><published>2011-01-19T01:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:31:35.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>magical furniture</title><summary type='text'>Hi there, I am back!Since Chris is not running to work but watching balls fly all the time, I have some time to update you a little more frequently, if anything happens, that is.Well a few days ago something interesting happened. I was lying on my bed, when Chris started re-arranging the livingroom. She pushed the table towards the balcony door, rooled the TV shelf back  little, and took all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7107787943393842646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7107787943393842646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7107787943393842646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7107787943393842646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/magical-furniture.html' title='magical furniture'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7889328759180509545</id><published>2011-01-17T17:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:22:35.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>beds are made for sleeping...</title><summary type='text'> Hi everybody:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix  = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   Before we start the tennis routines,  I need to tell you of something else that has happened.   I found a dog bed for myself one  day. First Micki and Chris and I went shopping, and then she left me upstairs to  unpack the dog food that had arrived, and store it in the basement. A neighbour  had received</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7889328759180509545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7889328759180509545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7889328759180509545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7889328759180509545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/beds-are-made-for-sleeping.html' title='beds are made for sleeping...'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6282837247709578623</id><published>2011-01-16T06:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T06:23:36.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a tennis court at home</title><summary type='text'>Hello  all:   Before I tell you  that strange story, I have to let you know that I really love my toys. One day  Daniel was here, and the humans had food. Then I was supposed to have my fresh  meat, but Daniel discovered the food dispenser. So Chris put in just a little  portion of my kibble, and I had such fun hitting the door handle to let it fall  out bit by bit. Daniel says he has put it on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6282837247709578623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6282837247709578623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6282837247709578623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6282837247709578623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/tennis-court-at-home.html' title='a tennis court at home'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1993948833981243994</id><published>2011-01-11T05:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T05:36:18.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time!</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:I meant to write to you earlier, but you know Chris by now. She is going through another stage of getting up in the middle of the nig,t because she cannot sleep. So there's no usual computer time for me, and I have to see when I stick my paws in between her fingers, and when she is willing to get the message. Sometimes she just pretends she doesn't understand.Anyway, here I finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1993948833981243994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1993948833981243994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1993948833981243994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1993948833981243994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-time.html' title='Party time!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1406396580470101002</id><published>2011-01-01T01:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:26:23.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!!!</title><summary type='text'>Hi all woofs and poofs:We went to work after the Christmas thing was over, and work was fun for sure. We met all wonderful people, and I got to play in the snow of the car parking lot. I really love that.However, when we came home at night, the noise was awful. Shots and lightnings were fired all across the place, and at first I was always on alert, until I found that there was no use, the shots </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1406396580470101002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1406396580470101002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1406396580470101002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1406396580470101002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!!!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-900225623481525658</id><published>2010-12-29T18:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:01:19.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas thing</title><summary type='text'>Well I told you, the talks about Christmas began, and I had no idea what it was all about.Well, one morning it started snowing like hell, and Chis says she was happy she could work from home. Outside on the morning walk no streetcar passed by us, and Chris knew it was because of the snow. She then packed a bag and dialed a phone number. She said no taxi was available whatsoever, so she called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/900225623481525658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=900225623481525658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/900225623481525658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/900225623481525658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-thing.html' title='The Christmas thing'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1111748455706368027</id><published>2010-12-23T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:56:07.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a few incidents</title><summary type='text'>Well Chris and I had a lot to do in the past weeks. First and foremost, we have had loads and loads and loads of snow.I remember one morning when it first arrived, I guided her to work, and Chris was so overjoyed. She also taught me to climb the snow hill surrounding the traffic poles, so I could announce the signal. From then on the snow had been our steady companion. I don't like the incredibly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1111748455706368027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1111748455706368027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1111748455706368027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1111748455706368027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-incidents.html' title='a few incidents'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8929887808142080118</id><published>2010-12-03T07:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:37:07.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come, another journey</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:Allright, last weekend, so Chris calls the days, we left home and went to the streetcar station. I even found the bus shelter like I am doing nothing else day in and day out. A man and a lady talked to Chris, and when the streetcar came, we got on and asked somebody to give us the spacious seat by the door. I lay down and waited. Chris says I am picking up one of Hapoo's habits, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8929887808142080118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8929887808142080118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8929887808142080118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8929887808142080118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-to-come-another-journey.html' title='More to come, another journey'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1040738964952204824</id><published>2010-11-25T12:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:10:31.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The travel report Part Two</title><summary type='text'> Day  Six:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;   We start the day  with a nice and luxurious ffamily breakfast. Ole first agrees to take care of  Quito when we are away, but when told that he will have to walk her in the  afternoon, he is delighted to know that I take her along.   After breakfast we  go to two places that I have seen the previous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1040738964952204824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1040738964952204824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1040738964952204824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1040738964952204824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/11/travel-report-part-two.html' title='The travel report Part Two'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-4593187123668220029</id><published>2010-11-23T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:51:44.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The holiday report, Part One</title><summary type='text'>hi folks and  woofers:   O yes we've been  back for a while, but Chris has only completed the travel report today, so i am  sending it to you, so you know what we have been up to. Injoy  reading!      Day  One:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;   Breakfast  is wonderful. We are having it together with my sister and brother-in-law, while  the two dogs are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4593187123668220029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=4593187123668220029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4593187123668220029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4593187123668220029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-report-part-one.html' title='The holiday report, Part One'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3671521117529281064</id><published>2010-11-07T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:51:13.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>another update before we leave</title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone:What does it mean when Chris loads a bag full of my food, doesn't feed me but puts it in another huge box called suitcase? It means that I am going somewhere. Where that is, I don't know. Chris says first I will meet with my buddy Rudi briefly, but then we are going to somebody she calls ilka in Spain. In Spani is a funny name. Anyway, it looks like we are headding for more adventures</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3671521117529281064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3671521117529281064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3671521117529281064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3671521117529281064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-update-before-we-leave.html' title='another update before we leave'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6969817766783244804</id><published>2010-11-05T07:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T07:00:36.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, finally!</title><summary type='text'>Hey everybody:The weather has changed here. Whenever we go outside it rains like mad. But Chris says that isn't all that bad, because it is not snowing and the temperatures are fairly mild.these past few days were simply great. We did a lot of things with various people. One night we went to have food with Silke, and at the weekend we did so again. We went to the place the call villa during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6969817766783244804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6969817766783244804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6969817766783244804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6969817766783244804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-finally.html' title='Finally, finally!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1060636136145661791</id><published>2010-10-23T09:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:35:25.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The better times</title><summary type='text'>Hi to every single ear listening:Well of course, after the bad day came a good one. The following day we were off, but Chris put me in harness late in the evening, and we walked to work, where I got to run in the parking lot. And then the friend Silke came downstairs, and we drove to the city. We went to the restaurat we had been to before, it was cool to lie there and watch as the ladies went to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1060636136145661791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1060636136145661791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1060636136145661791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1060636136145661791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/better-times.html' title='The better times'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1830373990678898194</id><published>2010-10-21T05:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T05:57:37.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>had a bad day</title><summary type='text'>Hi there:To all woofers out there: Do you have a bad day from time to time?To all humans: Don't be so hard on us, even dogs are human!!!Well, the story is that I had a bad day two days ago. in the morning it started with me not wanting to work properly at curbs. I was fed up with Chris speeding me up and then having to stop at curbs, looking out for high and side obstacles and uneven grounds - it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1830373990678898194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1830373990678898194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1830373990678898194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1830373990678898194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/had-bad-day.html' title='had a bad day'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8575989399417668091</id><published>2010-10-12T08:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:35:08.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>things are quiet for a change</title><summary type='text'>Hey there, it's time to take a deep breath.In the past days nothing extraordinary has happened, except that Micki came and we went shopping in a crowded supermarket. That was exhausting, but I was generally good, even though I had trouble keeping my nose under control at the beginning. It always gets better towards the end, because I have to concentrate on following Chris then, and I get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8575989399417668091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8575989399417668091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8575989399417668091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8575989399417668091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-are-quiet-for-change.html' title='things are quiet for a change'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-613439209205376516</id><published>2010-10-07T05:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:43:33.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like vacation</title><summary type='text'>Hi there:Guess what, we've been out and about again. One day Micki came to the apartment, and Chris took a nap while Micki enjoyed watching TV. Then she walked through the entire apartment, closing windows and checking, before she picked up the luggage and harnessed me up. The weather was wonderful, and we walked to the streetcar stop.When we left the streetcar, we were at the train station, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/613439209205376516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=613439209205376516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/613439209205376516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/613439209205376516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/feels-like-vacation.html' title='Feels like vacation'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2290919540523772649</id><published>2010-09-28T10:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:30:09.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a busy weekend!</title><summary type='text'>Hillo there, are you  still alive?   I certainly am, and  I love it when things happen. Chris says she was happy to have a longer weekend  when her last day of work was over. She and I got into a lady's car, a friend at  work she is, and she always comes to pet me. We drove to the store we always go  to, where you find tons of tables, beds, chairs and whatever else dogs don't  really need. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2290919540523772649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2290919540523772649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2290919540523772649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2290919540523772649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-busy-weekend.html' title='What a busy weekend!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1013761551188160100</id><published>2010-09-24T08:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:21:20.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see...</title><summary type='text'>Hello all friends and fellow furries:It's been ages since Chris let me on the PC, I am so so sorry for her lack of considderation and kindness. she says she is sorry, too, but she has just gotten over intensive work and loads of reading ooks. Well if that's what you call it ...She spent most of her computer time in the office room making noise. She took a book, placed it on a window, closed a lid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1013761551188160100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1013761551188160100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1013761551188160100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1013761551188160100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see...'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3871404344579972391</id><published>2010-09-13T08:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:00:27.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip abroad part two</title><summary type='text'>Well Chris slept pretty well. After she got moving, Petra came and we went for the morning walk. And then they left me alone in the room and went somewhere. When they came back, Chris smelled like strange water. She says she was swimming in the pool downstairs. She took a shower, got dressed and then we met Petra and went for breakfast, human breakfast that is. Then came a day full of many humans</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3871404344579972391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3871404344579972391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3871404344579972391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3871404344579972391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-abroad-part-two.html' title='The trip abroad part two'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1388951398345666593</id><published>2010-09-11T14:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:21:44.178+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A week abroad</title><summary type='text'>Chris is laughing:"It isn't abroad, silly, just because we crossed the water!"Allright, whatever. I mean we weren't at home, and the journey did take us across water. Last week we did not go to work, but Chris ran around and packed a bag with loads of stuff. And when the doorbell rang, it was Petra greeting us, and we got into a car with her. Then a long drive began, we crossed a bridge at one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1388951398345666593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1388951398345666593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1388951398345666593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1388951398345666593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-abroad.html' title='A week abroad'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6070277089428926616</id><published>2010-09-04T20:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:59:08.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>wild vacation</title><summary type='text'>Well i have come up with a solution.The past week, the name ofanother Chris has been mentioned by Chris quite often. it is apparently belinging to a voice that comes out of various boxes - the big voice box under the picture with the huge things that actually release the voice, the little voice box by the TV, as the picture box is called, and out of the TV itself - and sometimes even out of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6070277089428926616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6070277089428926616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6070277089428926616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6070277089428926616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-vacation.html' title='wild vacation'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-9128896378225326070</id><published>2010-08-27T16:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:06:01.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting another man</title><summary type='text'>Hi  everybody:   Well last week,  actually it was the weekend, Chris was spontaneous, or at least I couldn't have  guessed what we were up to. In the morning Micki called and said they weren't  going to have breakfast. So she called up Daniel, and a few minutes later we  headded out and walked to the bakery. There the humans sat, and I lay down, and  we all relaxed. Chris and Daniel talked a lot,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9128896378225326070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=9128896378225326070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/9128896378225326070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/9128896378225326070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/meeting-another-man.html' title='meeting another man'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2648908782390505248</id><published>2010-08-22T20:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:03:46.687+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel travel travel</title><summary type='text'>Hello again, here is  another travel adventure. Chris tells me that  Hapoo has gone on long travels, but not so many in a row. So one morning Chris  gut up early. I am usually not very fond of motion in the house too early, so  she leaves me alone. But as I settle near the apartment door, she calls me to  the livingroom bed, where I settle and stay. Chris runs around, does a few  things, packs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2648908782390505248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2648908782390505248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2648908782390505248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2648908782390505248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/travel-travel-travel.html' title='Travel travel travel'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6624657104967521351</id><published>2010-08-15T22:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:58:40.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>spying on Chris</title><summary type='text'>Hi  everywoof:   Chris has discovered  the machine on her desk by the computer. It makes a lot of humming noises, and  Chris turns books on it all the time. She slams shut a kind of shade on top of  the book, and then the humming starts again.   This procedure she  calls scanning, as she cannot read books like this. she has to put them through  camera checks of each single page she turns, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6624657104967521351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6624657104967521351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6624657104967521351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6624657104967521351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/spying-on-chris.html' title='spying on Chris'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2084991729317430052</id><published>2010-08-11T07:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:56:40.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful time</title><summary type='text'>You know, I love  doing things I have never done before. Can you believe it? One night we were  shopping with Silke, and Chris took me to see an escalator. She says during  training with my coach she had taken me to an escalator platform, but I had  refused to move one inch onto it. While shopping, Chris took me near one again,  and we were close to the steps that move. I watched them, but we did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2084991729317430052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2084991729317430052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2084991729317430052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2084991729317430052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-wonderful-time.html' title='what a wonderful time'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2189049015023712374</id><published>2010-08-09T09:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:38:46.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The flying part</title><summary type='text'>Well finally here is  the continuation of the story. We took the car to the place we hd strolled  around the previous day, and then Chris and Micki took me to a desk where a lady  took away the big bag. And then we waited and waited until somebody picked up  Chris and me, after Micki had given Chris a big hug and left  us.   Chris and I were  taken to a very narrow passage, where a lady took my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2189049015023712374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2189049015023712374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2189049015023712374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2189049015023712374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/flying-part.html' title='The flying part'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3872239174833472776</id><published>2010-08-01T07:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:58:05.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>late but exciting news</title><summary type='text'>Hello hello all and every:I have had a few very exciting days, but as luck would have it, Chris hardly let me use the computer, for either she wanted to have it or she was too tired to wait until I was ready.Anyway, here goes:At the end of last week Chris packed bags and harnessed me up, and then we went for the streetcar. She says I did a marvelous job guiding her there.Then a girl helped her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3872239174833472776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3872239174833472776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3872239174833472776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3872239174833472776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/late-but-exciting-news.html' title='late but exciting news'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-4564070036764078614</id><published>2010-07-22T07:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:34:00.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>small ball games are boring!!!</title><summary type='text'>hi everybody:I've been there, I've seen it. It was hot and boring, because I had to lie still most of the time. Chris has written a long review. And because I am lazy and it's warm and I want to go outside for my morning walk, here it is, hope it's as boring for you as it is for me :-)And if not, you'd better accompany us next time, so Chris has fun and I have one more person to say hi to!Cheers,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4564070036764078614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=4564070036764078614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4564070036764078614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4564070036764078614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/07/small-ball-games-are-boring.html' title='small ball games are boring!!!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1268161242300797783</id><published>2010-07-16T07:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T07:23:43.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with mom</title><summary type='text'>Well hi everybody, now that it is considderably cooler in the morning, I can type in the morning, and Chris will even let me. I do have things to tell, trust me. One of the past days we walked to work early. First Chris settled at the PC, but then we all went to the cafeteria. First Chris was wandering around to see where there was a good place with at least some cool air coming in. We found it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1268161242300797783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1268161242300797783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1268161242300797783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1268161242300797783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-with-mom.html' title='the day with mom'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-534599485408656400</id><published>2010-07-11T23:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:17:59.572+02:00</updated><title type='text'>in the heat of the day</title><summary type='text'>Allright, here I am once again.It is just warm all around the place, whether we are at home, on the way to work or at work, or walking for pleasure, it is warm. At home I can be lazy, and the temperatures are acceptable. At work it is so hot that Chris takes me to the bathroom and splashes water over me. I don't know what that's good for, I don't like the hissing sound of the faucet when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/534599485408656400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=534599485408656400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/534599485408656400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/534599485408656400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-heat-of-day.html' title='in the heat of the day'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1473704517682615282</id><published>2010-07-05T04:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T04:37:20.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' ball craze</title><summary type='text'>Chris tells me not to write that title, as for humans it can have a double meaning. However, since this is not a human blog, i don't care and will focus only on what I understand of it.The ball craze has experienced an expansion in the past few weeks. Now there are two ball games Chris follows on the mystery box.One is the one I told you of earlier, where mostly two people beat up a small ball </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1473704517682615282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1473704517682615282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1473704517682615282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1473704517682615282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/07/chris-ball-craze.html' title='Chris&apos; ball craze'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8910574421207476506</id><published>2010-06-26T17:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:40:39.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>look, Ecuador and Iran!</title><summary type='text'>Hello hello from the sunny place in the north.I know when it is sunny, because those days Chris spends on the balcony after lunch. Today was a very calm and quiet day anyway, because after the morning walk Chris went back to bed and really slept for a couple more hours. But then she got up, watched TV and finally took me out for the afternoon walk. Then she stayed on the balcony and even took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8910574421207476506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8910574421207476506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8910574421207476506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8910574421207476506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-ecuador-and-iran.html' title='look, Ecuador and Iran!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2102155740413723553</id><published>2010-06-25T22:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:48:12.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>part two of the conquered land</title><summary type='text'>Allright, here we go again.The next morning Chris got up and ready, and then we walked out of the room. I knew where the exit was, and so after a bit of hesitation she followed me. However, we did not take the exit, but we found a staircase and walked into a room, where Chris spotted somebody reading the newspaper and asked if he could help her collect her breakfast. He did, and she says he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2102155740413723553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2102155740413723553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2102155740413723553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2102155740413723553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/part-two-of-conquered-land.html' title='part two of the conquered land'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8997886410833217692</id><published>2010-06-25T05:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T05:46:01.792+02:00</updated><title type='text'>conquering new lands</title><summary type='text'>Hi every reader,I must tell you what we did the past days - it was so new and interesting!One morning Chris let me get up really early. I always need a little moment to wake up, so she left me alone, and we then went for the dog walk. Chris had a different backpack on her shoulders this time, and instead of continuing to work, we waited until a stranger arrived in his car.Chris made me get inside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8997886410833217692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8997886410833217692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8997886410833217692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8997886410833217692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/conquering-new-lands.html' title='conquering new lands'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5193857665773627026</id><published>2010-06-22T04:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T04:53:56.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>another quick word</title><summary type='text'>Hi and woofs very early in the morning:Just before I leave I'll have to update you on a very extraordinary workday.Chris and I went to work as usual, but soon she grabbed her jacket, harnessed me up and we went downstairs with the boss, the boss lady that is, and one of the English students of Chris'We went by car, it was very warm, and the humans had loads of fun. I didn't, i was happy when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5193857665773627026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5193857665773627026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5193857665773627026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5193857665773627026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-quick-word.html' title='another quick word'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7890283322049744025</id><published>2010-06-19T10:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:26:16.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the dog label</title><summary type='text'>Hi every woof and poof:Sometimes I am really really bouncng like one of Chris' beloved tennis balls. Yesterday everyting was great in the morning, and then in the afternoon, too. But when we went outside for the evening route, I ran and ran and jumped and barked. I love jumping up and trying to catch Chris' arm with my teeth, which she is not fond of.That night she wore a really strange shirt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7890283322049744025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7890283322049744025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7890283322049744025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7890283322049744025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-label.html' title='the dog label'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-583551298249202493</id><published>2010-06-18T09:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:33:15.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>two busy days</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:This week, despite always going to work, we did two really fun things.One of these two days we stayed at home. Chris lay on the balcony for a while, and then Micki arrived. The ladies first sat on the couch and sorted out paper, and then we all went into the huge supermarket. Chris says I was a good girl, my nose wasn't too much in the shelves, and I, too, think that I was really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/583551298249202493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=583551298249202493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/583551298249202493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/583551298249202493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-busy-days.html' title='two busy days'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8096396970192521122</id><published>2010-06-13T22:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:03:09.201+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the baby and the big</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody:I think I had a good week. I was allowed to greet two dogs. One was waiting by his lady and a baby in a box on wheels. I begbged to greet him, so Chris took off the harness. I had met him one of the very first nights of being with Chris, but she was afraid we could get into something unpleasant. His owner and she had  long talk back then, but that day Chris took off the harness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8096396970192521122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8096396970192521122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8096396970192521122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8096396970192521122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-and-big.html' title='the baby and the big'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-2981582526472119974</id><published>2010-06-06T17:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:16:47.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the long silence</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody:I haven't posted for such a long time, because Chris has discovered that the mystery box is a good passtime. Out of the mystery box they have been hitting balls day and night, or so it feels at least. And that's what she calls holidays!Allright, we did not have to go to work, but Chris played with me, and we took it easy otherwise. One time last week mom and the niece and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2981582526472119974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=2981582526472119974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2981582526472119974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/2981582526472119974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-silence.html' title='the long silence'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-8847503112629687727</id><published>2010-05-27T19:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:56:00.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A few events</title><summary type='text'>Well last week first Micki and Chris and I went out to the city. First the humans nad food, and then we went to various stores, before we went for a stroll on the city wall, which now is a nice park for me to walk. Then we went into a strange store, where Chris sat in a chair and had water poured over her head, and I lay and watched, until Micki came back from somewhere and picked me up. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8847503112629687727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=8847503112629687727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8847503112629687727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/8847503112629687727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-events.html' title='A few events'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-3007878865264729354</id><published>2010-05-18T08:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:27:36.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>boring stuff!</title><summary type='text'>&lt;yawn&gt; that Spanish thing was boring beyond description.Okay, it started off well, because Chris and I left the jouse, and I spotted a car that I knew and took her right there. There was one of the ice people from work, she took us somewhere neither of us had been to before. We went into a house without giving me the chance to sniff out the environment. A man waited at a door, but he did not even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3007878865264729354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=3007878865264729354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3007878865264729354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/3007878865264729354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/boring-stuff.html' title='boring stuff!'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1236941196016280843</id><published>2010-05-17T08:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:44:12.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A weird thought</title><summary type='text'>You know, when we have time, Chris looks through the statistics of my weblog. She can see how many woofs and/or humans have looked at my thoughts and ramblings, and she can also see where they were from.When she does that, I can recognize a few returning places I have never been to. And I love new adventures.If I went to Norway or France or Brazil or USA, would I have the chance to meet the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1236941196016280843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1236941196016280843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1236941196016280843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1236941196016280843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/weird-thought.html' title='A weird thought'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1187641610478779886</id><published>2010-05-15T06:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T06:14:07.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The busy day</title><summary type='text'>Hi everybody:I did have a busy day a while back. First Chris got ready as usual, and I thought we were going to work. But instead, a man was waiting by a car. I have never seen the man or the car, so I was ready to growl at him. Chris gave me no time to do so, because I had to get inside the car. This is what she calls a taxi.We arrived at a place I have never seen before, either. We were both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1187641610478779886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1187641610478779886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1187641610478779886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1187641610478779886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-day.html' title='The busy day'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-4309840700714064424</id><published>2010-05-09T05:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T05:42:18.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's totally lost her sense of time. Yesterday, she slept and slept, and I couldn't get her awake. There is a rooster living on the tiny chest by the side of the bed, with the voice box and the phone. When the rooster wakes up, Chris does, too, and I jump up and lick her if I can, and she gives me the good morning pets. Yesterday, that rooster must have been on holiday, for it didn't yell the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4309840700714064424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=4309840700714064424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4309840700714064424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/4309840700714064424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-totally-lost-her-sense-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5247775725405998835</id><published>2010-05-06T06:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:04:52.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery box</title><summary type='text'>Hey, she finally got it!Sometimes you've got to wonder why Chris takes so long to figure something out. Just now she has realised what I look at after I come for cuddles.Beside her computer and relaxation chair there is a table, where she usually puts her food and her coffee. On a lower deck of that there is the computer and many more things. But beside the coffee cup there is also the mystery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5247775725405998835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5247775725405998835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5247775725405998835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5247775725405998835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/mystery-box.html' title='The mystery box'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-6721504348803790152</id><published>2010-05-04T05:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T05:26:51.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the way</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody:   Well the week has passed, and Chris has kept me on  flexible leash, except when we are playing runrun, or tug with the rope. She  always brings the rope to work, so I can tug and fetch, that's wonderful. But  apart from those playing sessions I am kept on flexible leash, so I don't forget  my ears. Only one time my favourite Petra accompanied us on  the walk, and Chris let me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6721504348803790152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=6721504348803790152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6721504348803790152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/6721504348803790152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-way.html' title='I know the way'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1894253910840045992</id><published>2010-04-26T08:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:24:40.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The major scare</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody:Have you ever experienced something like this?Yesterday I got the major scares. Chris called me, lifted me up and then put me in the water thing that she usually sits in and relaxes. That was allright, I didn't mind and sniffed around. But then I heard a hissing sound and felt water dripping on my paws.Sorry Chris, do you want to drown me? I escaped and ran away, but returned when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1894253910840045992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1894253910840045992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1894253910840045992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1894253910840045992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/04/major-scare.html' title='The major scare'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-1648835008610804289</id><published>2010-04-24T23:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:03:09.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weather, good week</title><summary type='text'>Hello hello:I have not done too much this past week, but lead Chris to work safely, ask for pets from her little friend, and also greet my favourite people at work. Chris makes me sit with the most favourite ones, and then they can pet and talk. So sitting is a major reward.Yes, I do find the entrance into work now easily, though I walk there very reluctantly. I walk and show the entrance though,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1648835008610804289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=1648835008610804289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1648835008610804289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/1648835008610804289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-weather-good-week.html' title='Good weather, good week'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-5365144596279495147</id><published>2010-04-21T05:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:36:01.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>visitors at home</title><summary type='text'>Hello and good morning:Yesterday Chris and I did not have to go to work. She slept late, took me for a walk and then cleaned up a little. But she spent most of the time in front of the computer with emails and some other stuff. She says she has to do something with baseball, whatever that is. Then in the afternoon the sister arrived with her tiny dog. O that tiny dog is not the most fun, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5365144596279495147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=5365144596279495147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5365144596279495147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/5365144596279495147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/04/visitors-at-home.html' title='visitors at home'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818364.post-7451472373211878792</id><published>2010-04-18T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:02:56.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ears on holidays</title><summary type='text'>Hello:A few days ago Chris and I were outside in the car parking lot where I can run free. There was a man in his car, and I really looked at him and did not come when called. The same thing happened again in the afternoon.Well, am i to blame when there are so many nice branches, leaves to sniff and people and cars in motion to look at?Chris insists yes. She claims that coming when called can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7451472373211878792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818364&amp;postID=7451472373211878792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7451472373211878792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818364/posts/default/7451472373211878792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapootalks.blogspot.com/2010/04/ears-on-holidays.html' title='ears on holidays'/><author><name>chris_e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841291852248644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
