Disa had some digestion problems after she ate 6 fat balls for wild birds. To make it worse, she visited the neighbours in their garden, left her droppings and barked at the people. So me and Lisa (Disa’s human grandma) went to Canossa, errr the neighbours, and apologised for our beloved ball of love (and fat). Ball of love is some kind of French term of endearment for pets. So yesterday we went to a new vet. Very disappointing. We miss Rozenn our Norman vet. Vets should always move with their clients. But even though the new vet tried to drill a new anus into Disa with a thermometer, the digestion problems are already better today and Disa gets a Christmas meal of rice and chicken, cooked with love, electricity and water.
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Phex is complaining quite often. Even if he is in the centre of things, he still thinks sometimes, that he should get a bit more attention. He’s a wonderful dog nevertheless. At times it is so easy to make him happy. And he’s really a handsome fellow. He’s 13 years old now. It’s sometimes painful for him to get up. But he’s never complaining about that.
Bach is never complaining. He is barking at strangers and even at me, if I come home late in the dark. That’s because his teacher Rudi made him bark. Bach went to the terrier school, where barking is a virtue. If nobody is coming and if his human (me) is around. There’s no need to bark, no need to complain.
We’re a strange sight for some of the inhabitants.
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Maybe I’m a bit strange. So many things look beautiful or exotic to me. I take far too many photographs. Round bales of straw, that lie around on the fields in August, look like Easter Island statues to me. I know they don’t have faces. That’s not what makes them so statuesque in my opinion. They were made by humans, they are quite big and they change the view of the landscape.
I took so many photographs in August, over 200, that it took ages to sort them. I got a lot of work atm. My situation didn’t really advance. But it’s pointless to complain. I’d rather show you a gallery of straw roll statues (with dogs).
I don’t really know why some people dislike either cats or dogs (speciesism!). My cats and dogs don’t seem to have a problem with the other species. Miniputz goes for walks with me and the dogs. She and Schlafmütz sleep with the dogs on my bed or on the sofas. Yes, I admit it, we’re like in Off the Leash. And Rudi and Farbexplosion think they are father and daughter. Sometimes they got different ways of amusing me and themselves though. Miniputz and Schlafmütz are now both convinced they are Marquises. They spend a lot of time in the castle, when I’m cleaning it. While the dogs prefer to stay outside and walk with me.
You think he has a lot of tongue? That’s nothing, compare the top ten tongues-quiz at Animalcouriers.
With the photograph above Rudi made his way into Wikimedia Commons again. Pspsps, don’t tell anyone.
We had loads of rain in Mai. I got serious problems to poison the bad herbs on the gravelwalk. It’s not always raining all day long, but every day a bit.
Payne’s grey was always one of the colours I loved the most, I just had to mention it in a post.
The the clouds started to pour buckets of water on us. We were soaking wet in some seconds. Luckily the camera survived. We were on top of the hill when Rudi decided he needs to shit. Thunder rolled and lightning was flashing and Rudi tried to shit. I got to add, that he has some health problems and can’t shit normally anymore, but he sometimes has the feeling, that he needs to shit. That was not really the right time and place for senseless pressing at the side of the road.
I have to leave Bach (Bernese mountaindog) here when I go back to Germany (not now, one day, maybe in a month or such). That’s difficult for me. He thinks I am his mom. If I am around, he is happy. In the morning he jumps on my bed, throws his 40kg (88lbs) on me and starts to meditate while I cuddle him. His head is often completely empty, he is enlightened.
Some days ago Phex (Belgian shepherd) ran away late in the evening. It wasn’t the first time. He sometimes falls in love with a bitch in the village. I am always scared when he runs away, because the people drive like crazy around here. So me, Rudi (Glen of Imaal terrier) and Bach jumped in our car to search Phex. We found him on the road to the village, he was already on his way back home. Happy reunion with lots of hugs.
We like to walk through the fields, even if it rains sometimes.
Two days ago Kleinfleckchen was lambing. That was rather a surprise. Kleinfleckchen is one year old and I thought she wasn’t pregnant. She has lots of wool, she wasn’t sheared yet. All the other got their lambs in February. The last two nights mother and lamb slept in the straw storage stable. Kleinfleckchen gets extra portions of dry sheep food.
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Bach is a Bernese Mountaindog. He was born in autumn 2007 and the bosses bought him for 500 Euros because it was a steal. He has small ears and a lot of toes on his feet.
He adopted me as mother when I fetched him in December 2007. He only cried when I wasn’t in sight. After some weeks that got better.
He is impetuous, overthrows people for greeting (and then sits on them as a sign of love); He likes everyone. He lets Rudi and shaun ride on him, licks Dariusz head, while Dariusz kneads Bach’s fur for milk. Bach was the best friend of Frolimops, the Shih-Tzu-girl of the bosses.
It’s likely that he thinks he is small. He can bark terrifyingly, but is a coward. He likes to cuddle and to kiss, but it’s better to avoid his kisses if lambs are near, because eating is one of his favourite activities and that includes lamb droppings.
Sometimes we call him “Beau”, because he reminds us so much of the Bernese Mountaindog that died in 2004. But beau was an elegant dog, maybe Bach will be less clumsy when he gets older.
Bach loves to chew shoes and socks. He shows only 2 main facial expression, happy or worried. He rarely looks worried though, it’s his facial expression when caught after having chewed a shoe.