The Bitch from next Door

I don't like her !! The bitch from the next door building. She doesn't smell right to me. Needs a good bark when she gets out of the house. And back in. Going out of her way when I meet her in the fields... growl

Taking a Breack

My Mom will be busy translating my Dad's lates crime novel «A Time of Adversity» into German, and my Dad is writing on a new book of short stories (first one is already out there). My blog will not be making any noise for a bit. 

Meanwhile I'll continue to roam the fields, sniff excessively, get dirty whenever possible, chill at home, eat my favourite food and chase any cat crossing my path ... See you soon.

Checking out the hood from my inside perch 🐶

Neighbourhood Watch with my Dad

For the cold winter months my neighbourhood-watch-deckchair has been moved to my Dad's room. Sometimes we do the watch together, from his sofa, waiting for one of the cats to walk by or controlling who walks in and out the building opposite us. Oh, and that dog from across I don't like. Growling and barking for sure, whether I'm inside or outside. Have to give her a mouthful 🐶!