Merry Christmas! Frohe Weihnachten! Joyeux Noël !

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.

No animals were harmed in the making of this picture!

No animals were harmed in the making of this picture!

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Differences

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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.

Phex complaining

“This is not correct. Why did we stop? Don’t tell me you’re taking photos again.” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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.

Bach happy

“No idea why Phex is always complaining. I just love this stubblefield. We can stay here for a while.” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

We’re a strange sight for some of the inhabitants.

“Do you know what this is about?” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Round bales of straw look like Easter Island statues to me

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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).

Dogs and cats

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.

Miniputz kneads the air on a baroque chaise longue and purrs. She thinks that’s where she should be. Sadly we won’t be here very much longer. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach is proud of this old apple tree. I guess he marked it. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

You think he has a lot of tongue? That’s nothing, compare the top ten tongues-quiz at Animalcouriers.

Mütz checks if I cleaned the stairs. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And Phex checks the lawn. He seems to approve it. Phew I’m glad. He’s such a good employer, no wait, he’s only my dog. Dang. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz stares at me. Have I been too loud? Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rudi is exploring the garden of friends in the village. The children have decorated this wonderful old cider mill. The decoration represents an alley and a house. I think it’s some kind of fairy tale setting. The prince walks over the beam that holds the mill stone, to the castle in the centre. All the little fairy tale trees are in full bloom. The princess is waiting at the castle, probably drinking tea or whatever princesses do. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

With the photograph above Rudi made his way into Wikimedia Commons again. Pspsps, don’t tell anyone.

And if Frauchen compels you to go a mile over the pasturage, go with her two and don’t forget the bushwhacker. (Brad 5:41) Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rudi at the well. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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.

On May 8 we had a surprise when we were walking through the fields. There was some sun, chased by clouds in dark Payne’s grey. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Payne’s grey was always one of the colours I loved the most, I just had to mention it in a post.

The bank of dark clouds is coming nearer. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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.

Back at home Phex and Rudi immediately climbed on the sofa. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Blossoms and dogs. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach on the meadow behind the castle. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz, the dangerous predator of the jungle. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz, the fearless rider on her big horse Frauchen. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz, the shepherd. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Tangophex. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Phex in a strange position. he has lots of place for his business. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Dogs, colza and a surprise-lamb

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.

Bach, happy as usual, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

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.

Happy Phex and the shadow of the photographer. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Happy Phex on a road in Villeret. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

We like to walk through the fields, even if it rains sometimes.

Colza at the end of the world. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Colza. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

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.

Brad and another lamb greet the newborn lamb. I don't know yet if it is male or female. Kleinfleckchen gets hysterical when I touch the lamb. She is a good mother, maybe a bit too good. It's best to leave them alone. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad says: The lamb is okay. It can join my army. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Kleinfleckchen sucks the humidity out of the placenta. Sheep do that. After lambing the ewe is very thirsty. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Finally alone, with a bucket of fresh water and sheep food. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

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Bach, impetuous Bernese sunshine

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.

Bach, schlafend, 2007, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach, sleeping, 2007, own photo, licence:CC by

noch ganz verängstigt, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

looking worried because everything is new to him 2007, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach auf einem Hundekissen 2007, es war nicht geplant gewesen, dass er in mein Bett krabbeln würde. eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach on a dog pillow 2007. own photo, licence:CC by

Phex, Bach und Schafe 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Phex, Bach and sheep 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach kaut an einem Halm 2008, er mag auch Möhrchen, Salat und Weisskohl, eigentlich mag er alles. Eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach chews a blade of grass 2008. own photo, licence:CC by

Bach schläft, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach sleeps, own photo, licence:CC by

Rudi schnüffelt an stoischem Tristan und Bach hat mal wieder sein Klappohr, 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Rudi sniffs stoical Tristan and bach has his schnüffelt an stoischem Tristan and Bach's ear is turned again, 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Phex und Bach 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Phex and Bach 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach und Frolimops

Bach and Frolimops, the Shih-Tzu girl, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach und Frolimops 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach and Frolimops 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Gerangel im Wohnzimmer, Rudi, Mops (mit Leine) und Bach, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

tussle in the living room, Rudi, Mops (with leash) and Bach, own photo, licence:CC by

Rangeln ist toll, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

tussle is fun, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach, bewacht meine Kettensäge, Winter 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizzenz:CC by

Bach, guarding my chainsaw, winter 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach im Nebel 2008, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach in the mist 2008, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach und Dariusz auf dem Sofa 2009, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach and Dariusz on the sofa 2009, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach überlässt Dariusz seine Pfote, eigenes Foto, Lizenz:CC by

Bach leaves his paw to Dariusz, own photo, licence:CC by

Bach 2009, eigenes Foto, Lizenz: CC by

Bach 2009, own photo, licence:CC by

Rudi und Bach 2009, eigenes Foto, Lizenz: CC by

Rudi and Bach 2009, own photo, licence:CC by

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