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It's so boring. I am not allowed to play with Maxim as he had puked all night long. And he is the only buddy for the moment who is allowed to play with me. The good thing today was that I could goof around on the maddow. The only thing is that my fur was so full of little things that mom has told me she will brush me this evening. Uuuuuuuuuh.
Normally nights should get longer at this time of the year. I don't know. In my case I think they'll getting shorter. Well maybe it was about "0" degrees outside this morning but I can not understand why people need to heat up their vehicles by letting them run about twenty minutes at five o'clock in the morning just before my window. Therefore I think nights are getting shorter. And after mom whispers something about blablabla.......... could happen that I suddenly start to snore.
I've learned to get back as soon as I see a biker a jogger or a horse. Then I have to sit down and wait until they are gone to get my reward. That's my good education. Now one of the ladies on the horses thought I would be affraid of horses and hide myself at momies side. So mom explaind to her my education and asked her if she would be happier if I would goof around with her horse so she would fall down. Silience then. After that a slight " ok in that case - thank you" That's what I wanted to hear.
We've been hill climbing the day before yesterday. Not only that they were moaning during that four hours while puffing and blowing up that hill they also were laughing at me as I was walking with a little limp at every paw. And as iwas very tired when arriving at home. Well, next day I was fit again. And I can't tell taht about them. Since then it's them who are walking with a slight limp. Hahahahahaha. That's naturs revenge.
Dad made a little gag this morning and so we were back sooner as Maxims owner did expect. So they did not have the time to lock him into their place. So i was allowed to play with him . Watch me.
HAH I just say HAAAAAAAAAAAH.
That's my wall of minds. It started with several glas panels which dad fixed at the walls of our flat, so that he could write his ideas and songs on them without forgetting something. Now I am obusing one of them. So I can watch the pictures every time I am blogging. But as you see there is still some room left. HIHIHI