Each time it is the same. First I have to sit down and keep still, so Daddy can get a picture.
Then I should be the "Nice"one and give kisses. And now it starts ...
... motivated by the kisses mom every time gets nuts and as the result of it she starts to cuddle me. And not to less. And I don't like that very much. And she can't stop it ......
..... while Daddy stands there with a smile and says nothing to "her". HELP me please, that's torture.
Have I told you how I do get into bed of the Can-Openers? And they even invite me to do so. Hehehe. Well, listen. The bed normaly an absolute taboo is exclusively reserved for the Can-Openers, they guess. The best thing is to make noise around 5.30 a.m. That means everything from putting the tongue into the open mouth of the snoring fellows up to a heavy kiss. Once awake, I will be asked again to put me back on my sleeping place. Then I'll go over there, but instead of laying me down I lean myself against the wall and start wagging with my tail against it . The subsequently formed by rather loud knocking sound that can then be heard outside the flat does wonders. As if stung by a tarantula one or even both jump out of the bed and try to persuade me to take space between them. Then I only need to pant as long as they get up nerved and get themselfs into the daily routine. And I have got "MY" beloved bed back again. 
Today is the birthday of my good friend Noelle.
We wish you All The Best and many Happy Returns. And a lot of gifts.
Today it's raining again, todays theme "cuddling" . Such a wet August, we haven't had that before since we are here. Well, you can relax very well when the rain is drumming against the windows. I am certainly not even keep awake with my new toy. Tomorrow's supposed to be sunshine again. But in the meantime.....................Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Yeah, that's the only way to hunt. Best time is about 7.30 A.M.. At that time the Can-openers seems not to be waken up too much. So best time to run up the hill and tu hunt behind this and that. Just more fun to see the geezers running up the hill while shouting and whistling behind me. Than I needed to sit down and wait that they came back to breath. Which they could have avoided by stoping shouting and whistling while running behind me. 
These are the Terrordogs. Welcome to our Community. We hope to read a lot about your stories.
It's raining, what am I saying, it pours down with rain. I was laughing. We were about 80 feet away from home, while the water was running out ouf daddys shoes although wearing sailing stuff. Well, I have also suffered a bit. Now I am under the warm blanket. Ridiculous says Daddy, it was August. No way I say - cold is cold.
