Firework brigade

While waiting for the New Year eve's bombings we relax with my big sister. She's virtually deaf, so fireworks don't work for her. I'll probably fear enough without her compassion.

Fishy X-Breed-Mas

This is how my Christmas dinner looked. Raw food enthusiasts may gasp freely.

Winter Chic

Hairy plastic sculptures

In this digital era we film lovers are scarce. What shall I chew when my folks switch to pixels? Memory card covers?

A movie to die for

Some day folks, some day...

Frozen atmospheric water vapor

The white fun is here again! If being calm and slo-mo while walking was hard until yesterday, now it would be simply ridiculous. Who on earth (or on snow) would waste such a lovely opportunity to slip and slide (move along a smooth surface while maintaining continuous contact with it) or eat unlimited amounts of fresh snow man meat. Gotta go!

New wallpaper available!

But why?

Raging Bitch Cover Girl

Even though I'm not yet fully recovered from my knee operation I started my modelling career by featuring on Raging Bitch Nov 2009 cover. Impressed, anyone? Just click it larger to see the colours as they should be seen.

Daydreams

This is me trying to charge my batteries after the operation. Note the new stylish lampshade-collar.

9/12

I'll get a brand new knee today but hush-hush, I don't know it yet. Maybe the last visit to my bone dentist has something to do with it. He took again some x-ra(y)ted photos of my running bones and looked serious. OK, I looked serious too, because that place gives me the creeps.

It's my party and I cry if I want to

Nobody seems to really know which day I was born but yesterday was my big day. So officially I'm now 1 (that equals almost 2). As the party is over, my today's meal seems really depressing: frozen fish paws and a lump of spinach. But the looks can fool you and I hope they fool me too.

Back seat drivers

Of all kinds of public tranport I've test driven, this beats them all. Forget the dark underground trains, leave behind the noisy trams, enter Le Bus! Unbeatable ergonomics, low windows for us vertically challenged and less scary doors for those who appreciate such comfort.

And shut up back there, I'm the one driving here!

Premiere tonight

I've been really cautious when it comes to publishing moving images of my life. Somehow now it feels like the time has come, so enjoy.

My first clip is a one-take shot of me sprinting medium speed on a country road. More + better stuff coming right after this. Oh, and don't mind the black moving blocks peeking from the borders, it's caused by a post-production stabilizer after my cinematographer managed to almost ruin my show by shaking the camera.

Prêt-à-Porter

I wonder why I had to travel in a huge case when I moved here in Houndsinki. My light travel-pack is très confortable and elegant and probably would carry two of me if there was more than one of me. At least my long lost sister would fit in. *sigh* If you see her, give her a kiss and 250 BPM tail wags!

Lazy days are here again (for cats only)

The island on which we often spend our summer weekends has a special way to warp time. If you look at the buildings, you might think the time has stopped for good already in the 50's. On the other hand the weekends feel like they only last as long as a cup of diced breast of pigeon when it's supper time. My restaurant sponsors only send breasts of pigeon as they clearly rate the wings higher and keep them for themselves. I warn you, restaurant Sxxxx is not the only sponsor available for me!

The human sling amuses us girls by giving some proper sticks flight of their lives. First, we send Stick-tolling retriever Millie after the exhausted stick. Then I plunder the most wanted piece of wood somewhere mid-water and bring it back on dry land. Soon the mentioned branch of Betula pendula somehow is always hijacked by Tove-the-Shredder. In minutes the much fought sample of island's vegetation is put in tiny pieces and is ready to enrich the poor soil again.

Summer romance #2 in C minor by C.U. Milkmen

I finally met my Dairy Darlings face to face. All three from left: Bulgarian yoghurt, Em-Mental and Parmeggiano Reggiano on the loose (Cheddar is framed out on purpose). And that's me in the foreground paying respect to those beautiful, yet scary mobile production centres.

Snapshot

Soup of the day

My humans have feared that someday I won't finish my meal properly. It finally happened. When you're used to enjoy fresh scallops and turbot for supper, you don't really want to be served a meal with frozen (and warmed up) halibut as the main ingredient. Wake up people! I wouldn't serve your mackarel sashimi soaked in warm water, would I? Can I make an official complaint somewhere? If you guys find my raw food diet too hard, you can fly me back to Devon where I got ..um.. dog food.

Greyhound

Yea, it seemed a normal day to me. too. My photographer just feels sometimes a bit too artsy-fartsy if you ask me. Those unidentified pedestrians didn't have a chance before something hit them. Do they have casting agencies for shadows?

Rains fell here

You can't really blog underwater, can you? This new form of the familiar thirst-reliefing thing is called a lake. Me likes lakes!

A Day at the Races

This picture was taken at local hippodrome on the time of the Finnish midsummer feast when all those equestrian guys are on a vacation and I got my chance to test ride the location. Can you tell is that noble animal above an English Thoroughbred or a mixture of Staffordshire Bull Terrier and Whippet?

On the Road

As my followers have clearly noticed, my activity here in intrestnet has hit all time lowest levels. I've been busy travelling and partying and writing doesn't fit that life style. Ok, that's not true to be honest, I'm just feeling slightly lazy in the sunshine. 

We have now more rooms in our apartment. My former toilet and storage for bones has transformed into a bright working space, in which I got my new cosmopolitan bed for quick take-offs.

Almost Summer

It's been a long time since I last wrote. I've been busy as always - trips to the countryside, eating dried frogs and other seasonal specialities fill my days. Or most of the days... It's been rainy after the heatwave and I hate rain. My humans do their best trying to drag me out of the house to the wet streets. I miss Summer, it seems that it only shortly visited this northern capital.

Bones crossed

I had an appointment at my new photographer the other day. His methods are very technical, but the results are stunning if compared to my regular photo artist. I got some sort of drug before shooting that made me quite relaxed (yea, my bladder auto-emptied itself..) He took maybe a dozen of snapshots with his massive camera that's particulary designed for cross-breed animals. The x-breed rays penetrated my shiny hair (yes, I use real fur) and could see my thoughts (bones, that is). The picture above is unfortunately someone else's thoughts, but it gives you an idea of my mindscape.

Dog marks the spot

Talking about home sickness! The parents of the pink poo master with reverse schedule of daily routines left a map of London on the floor yesterday. I don't really know is it the smell of still-dry-paper or the memories from London that made me land on the map. I placed my bum (it looks a bit fat, huh?) on Battersea Dog Shelter (never been there) and nose pointing east. Easter? Eastest? Happily my two homies from London are going to visit me and the hairless human puppy this week. Bring along a ball sling!

Looks and likes

When we lived in East London, my humans kept a black puppy stuck in an oven in our kitchen. I tried to play with the tortured one through the glass but we never really got to know each other before we moved up north. I was pleased to notice that she has also moved here. She lives now in our cellar and I get to see her through a window every day. Her grotto seems rather spacious, but I doubt she ever gets out. She's not the smartest cross-breed I've met but I quite like her calmness and sporty appearance.

Flying ingredients

First Finnish buttery fly spotted and almost caught! I hope that my first summer will also bring along other deliciously identified flying objects (IFOs). I also greet the arousal of appetite for ice cream of my flatmates that secures my daily dairy delivery (DDD).

The pictured stimulant is not a Monte Cristo nor Cohiba, but a delicate piece of Salix sp., locally grown perfection.

A postcard from Helsinki

Hello Londoners and other friends abroad! This building attracts most tourists in my hoods so here's a postcard. It is a real photo opportunity, I think it's beacause of the seagulls that indeed are endlessly interesting animals. One second they stimulate your instincts to hunt them and rip their chicken wings apart (only happened in my dreams) and the very following second they transform into a flying flock of terror. 

Coast guard

I spend a lot of time nowadays patrolling the coastal area of Finland (or at least the waterfront near my home). The shore is an important area that divides horizontal space into land (which is easy to run on) and sea (best known for its famous sea food). 

Note my new harness that prevents the dragging of the human I train. 

New hobby

"The log just dropped out of the blue and killed the poor puppy."

Wrong folks, wrong.

Today I took my human (the one with longer arms) to a park to train him some secrets of golfing. Personally I got interested in golf when I found a ready-to-fetch golf ball from a gutter. Anyway, he got along pretty well and he managed to perform couple of well ranged throws before the ball landed under a log. The log itself is probably from an urine oak or similar (it lies in my regular dog poo wonderland). I made quite an effort to get the ball back while my trainee just stood beside and photographed. Thanks for nothing again! The ball still waits there, so maybe I'll have to ask my J. Russel collegues to help. 

Please note the beautiful green grass we have here in Finnish dog parks.

Female body builder

This is my new favourite position called 'the Maximum Ignorance'. I will post later the 'Crippled Orphan' that I use it when waiting for my supper and 'Invisibility', which is used when I sense the threat of an eye-dropper.

I think my puppy days are over for good. A miniature Homo sapiensis appeared some days ago to live in my apartment. Not that I give a damn, but he seems to get a lot more brunches, luncheons and night snacks than I do. The older humans still share a twisted intrest in collecting this pink creature's poo as well as mine. 

Watch and learn

At first glance you might think that the picture above is just a classic scenery from Finland. If you take your time and focus carefully you can see a wild puma hiding on a prairie, ready to attack unsuspecting prey. No birch should be forced to watch a massacre of their fallen branches by this merciless predator.

Liberté, egalité, dejeuner!

We've moved again and this time I think it's serious. I picked a decent apartment downtown Helsinki and gave my humans the opportunity to still live with me. My huge flock of rooms gives me plenty of freedom to express whatever I need to express. Sadly my best friends could not leave their position as housekeepers in the suburbs, so I need to travel a bit to see them. 

Today I treated them with a visit to real Finnish country-side. We were given a chance to explore an enermous private dog yard a size of an average London park. The owners of the yard were two Belgian Tervuerens, one of them just slightly too big and one giant individual. Luckily these civilized wolves stayed in their car while we roamed their grounds. The picture shows our most memorable moment when we found a stick. A wooden stick, what a gem among found objects.

Timber!

To avoid misinterpretation of my last published picture of my homegirl Tove, I send this. She's cute most of the time but can transform into a furious stick-eater in a blink of an eye. If you plan to throw her that piece of wood, it just might be chopped down to toothpicks already. And yes, the low-pitched growl really comes out of that walking and peeing subwoofer. Long-life, rechargeable batteries included.

Enter Tigress

Did you know that cross-breed dogs can be sometimes mixed with other species? In my home sweet foster home there was a herd of cats and I'm sure those semi-wild mammals put something feline in my canine meal! I've gathered evidence of that:

First: I'm a brainl.. fearless hunter. If my target is smaller than me and not coming towards me, I am ready to attack.

Second: If a ball of yarn is left unattended, I will make sure it's the last day of it's life. See picture above. Please note my skillfully imitated catsy posture.

Third: I have developed a high level of ignorance to most commands that try to encourage me to any particular direction. 

Anyway, my new cat "friend" Alfie, didn't like me that much. Actually I did'n have the guts to find out what he tought of me because my mouse part told me to keep away from that aggressivly sizzling Alfred Scissorhands.

Underworld

I finally started the construction for expanding Undersnow network in London. Next new stop for Central line will be Orimattila which will probably be located somewhere between Bethnal Kreen and Liver(yummy!)pool Street. Opening ceremonies will be grand, oyster cards and other snacks will be served. Until then, I will keep on eating snow and converting it to oaky chardonnay.

The picture above was taken on a high speed camera to be able to express the dynamics of penetrating the surface and digging. 

Wings, the things I love

Did you know that I am a frequent flyer on Finnair nowadays? You didn't, I know and me neither. I hope that I had my share of flying already. I didn't really get traumatic or anything, because flying is all about wings and I love wings. Some canine air mile collectors are used to travel even globally but they are often heavily on drugs while flying. I've heard that flying is possible even without an aircraft when narcotics are involved. This kid's paws stay firmly on the streets, I promise!

Tove Wolfskin

The accidental appearance of snow in Victoria Park some time ago was great training for me. I now live in a country that is covered in snow 24/7. I just can't wait for the grass rains to see green again. Happily the bright spot in the sky seems to work just fine here, too. 

My new best friend (no, I didn't say the only one) is pictured above. She's a real wolfie as you can clearly see, although her legs are shor.. quick and and she doesn't have a tail (or it's invisible as she claims). I stayed in the background because my outfit is just terrible. It's better than that Issey Miyake for Fashion Victims but still too everyday clothing to my taste. Anyway, I wouldn't move a paw outside without a coat, 'cos it's fffrreezing!

Living in our new home is quite fascinating. I found out that I can even lie down on the floor and still remain warm. They seem to divide the air so that the cold stays outside and warm inside which is yet not invented in Great Barktain. If you read this on the mentioned island: Don't try to warm the air outside but rather keep the warm inside, ezy!

New notions

After more than a week in a totally new country, I have realised many different things. First of all, new kinds of people: those who use two sticks for fast walking and those who also use skis - how strange! They are everywhere. My new friends, Millie-the-Toller and Tove-the-Swedish-Vallhund, have told me that it's normal that humans behave so strangely here. You get used to it one day, they tell me.

I have also noticed, that dogs are not at all as friendly as in Victoria Park. They bark and use bad language when they pass by. I think it might have something to do with the fact that dogs have to be kept in lead here. Well, I have to admit that some of us take the law in our own paws and run free as dogs should.

It's a totally white Winter Wonderland here. A little too cold for me some days, but mostly I'm doing fine. I have a sporty winter coat to keep me warm and I also run a lot with Tove, the combination is good.

Facing North

This blog should be renamed. I'm on my way up north, far north I'd say. I'll take a plane today and find a new place to stay, 'cos this town is too small for me. Bye staffies, bye-bye foxes, bye-bye-bye Victoria Park!

East End Girl

This is vehicle is headed to a paradise, I think. And via Crossbreedharbour! Is that West End, boys?

Dendrology propaganda leaflets

Do I look smart in the underexposed picture where I try to catch a leaf from Platanus x hispanica (London plane, you might say)? How about my flexibility in the overexposed snapshot of me almost killing a leaf of Quercus rubra? Would you call me focused on chasing a Castanea sativa leaf in the last pic?

Please forgive my photographer, he's human after all. At least he got that reflection right on my solid silver collar (that costs more than 1000 pences which equals about 85 chicken wings at today's rate).

Hooray!

You can't believe what just happened: with a little help of my brave hoo-man I finally got rid of that rotten tooth! I was brave, too - it wasn't easy to let that smelly buddy go. I guess people will appreciate my kisses more from now on. Times are changing. 

Radiator station on vacation

My virtual life has now officially three (3) followers. That's a lot, actually that's hardly imaginable amount of things to me. And the looks of the stalkers! They all look same to me which is not so surprising when it comes to humans.

It's raining in London and I like it. The falling drinking stuff makes my park visits sportier and the radiator feels even warmer when coming back home. I'll open the Guardian and read what's happening in the world. Ok, I'm not a subscriber, so maybe I'll just take a regular London Paper or London Lite and pee on it. 

Bark up the wrong tree

I wonder does the Grey Snake-Bark Maple bark to snakes or bark like a snake? I speak seldom, but it sounds more like a mouse (a cartoon character of some kind). Black Rodent-Bark Wolf, that's me!

It's been really confusing since I learned reading. It all started when My Folks begun my Brain Training with a seemingly empty espresso can. When I play with that can, it provides small delicies such as apple peels, pieces of carrot or beans. Even if I am carnivorous and therefore enjoy eating dead mammals and poultry, I still respect vegetarian treats in some extent. And of course, as a Brit I love garbage. At home I have no access to the bin, but on the streets the people in my hoods keep the streets pretty well covered. Thanx. A lot!

Back to my thoughts. Where was I? Anyone?

Puppy bloomer

End the dog abuse! Never buy puppy products, even with traces of puppy! Make the difference!

Snow country for old men

Where did all those snowmen go? I found a great number of bodies lying in My Park and none of them seemed to have a grip of life anymore. I tried to eat as many as I could, as their pure white meat is easy to digest (instantly in my mouth, to be exact) but it's terribly cold. 

Apparently the snow civil war has ended now and my northern humans can come out again, as they are pacifists when it comes to snow. We Brits are violent and and inhuman (especially we wolves), so we have no mercy for passers-by if we have a good snowball at hand. We remember our manners and polite everyday gestures again when the snow is replaced with salt, garbage and dog poo again. What did the vikings do to us when they invaded our rainy island?

Hey all, meet Bouncie. Bouncie, meet all.

This fellow lives with us but he keeps it quiet most of the time. I let him wear my red collar while I'm using my new, silvery and reflective one. The red one is still my fav, but it must have shrunken when I playe... worked in the snow. Ok, I've gained weight a bit (just 1,4 kg in two weeks) but I should be able to wear my old clothes! Does my bum look big?

Back to Bouncie. This guy may look like a decent flat mate, but it's all a facade. I'm 100% sure he was the one to pee on those curtains that laid on the floor. Bad puppy, Bouncie! That cute terrorist also stole a slipper and put it in MY BED and staged me guilty! One day I'll pay him back. Maybe just chew his head off, that should do it. Those puppy eyes do not work on me, you two-faced fake!

Mental care needed

The wackos (yea, my folks) think I have some mental problems, so we went to see a mentist yesterday. They managed to make an appointment to the farthest mental clinic in London that I thought we were moving back to Devon when we travelled there. 

Anyways, the doctor and the nurses were really generous, they gave me delicious treats all the time. My mental problems are obviously pretty visible, as the doctor could see them by opening my chewing pit. He declared me as an owner of two rotten (my favourite seasoning) teeth! He prescribed me antilopes in tablet form and told that they would be somewhat tasty. Bull poo! Not True! Antilopes are best eaten raw and fresh. My peoples promised to hunt them with me next time we visit Antafrica. Well, I have to eat those tablets for a week in order to get rid of the infection the brown teeth brought with them.

My android part was checked too and it seemed to work like a mac. Imagine if they had installed a micro chip with Windows Vista under my skin! Happily I'm a crossbreed, part dog, part computer and a twist of mouse. Canis lupus familiaris, not far from the wolf, huh?

Freedom of speech

Look what I found the other day while snooping around My Town. They charge you three money units per two-hour barking! Ridiculous! Just think if the hit musical 'Cats' would be translated into my language, it would cost five units per tail! Thank Dog I'm more into bouncy moves than vocal expression. 

So much to do, so little bladder!

No time to pose!  London's population has to be doubled as those white creatures with carrot noses have invaded My Park. It's my first snow (correct if I'm wrong) and I like it a lot. I'm pretty good speeding and turning but still need some exercise with braking and concentrating. That's better than most drivers, I think.

Our northern guests got an extra day in London as the sky scratchers did not fly today. Actually they flew, but they could not land in London. Maybe someday my people purchase one of those as their underground trains stopped today. "Adverse weather conditions..." Where? Gimme some more!

Action!

These pictures tell you more about my day than my barks would tell. You can click them larger.

Mouse thriller

We used to have a subtenant here in my apartment. He was a pretty lively chap, much into London night life, too. The fragile human minds were not specifically interested in sharing the kitchen with Mickey (the name just popped there!). However, they installed a fancy night club device that provided chillin' house music and elaborate lighting effects (green for u-sonic and red for electro groove).

I wish they could ban those ghetto blasters that drive ordinary rodents insane. One night this clubhopper took a toast overdose and therefore hoo-man got his chance to catch the poor wheat addict. The kid was sent to rehab right across the street where our nearest hospital is located. 

Catwalk

You're probably not too surprised to see me in designer clothes, right? Well, me neither. What really surprises me is my taste. I feel much more comfortable in my whippet-shaped rain coat than in this Issey Miyake, soooo last season rug. Happily this garment is somebody else's so I only have to wear it to amuse humans. It's sporty all right, but it lacks certain street credibility which I really need right now. Catwalk is no place for a puppy, it's for kittens only.

I found my first own tennis ball today. It's really beautifully formed, kinda round, I'd say. It's ballistic abilities seem to be unlimited and the taste refers to GOOD! Not to mention the colour, which is not red. Do I see other colours? Hey Peoples! Do I see tennis colour?

Springer

Definately, it's here, the season they all talk about. It's my first spring. Well, considering the state of my memory, it might be my second or third spring, too.

But seriously, this reflecting, cold stuff (see figure 1) drives me nuts (or traces of nuts). Could I get in pink? And heated? And delivered home?

Paparazzi

If you just see this picture and you know it was taken on my first trip on tube, you might make a conclusion that I wasn't completely relaxed. 

So totally UNTRUE! The paparazzis are like fleas, they are uninvited and hard to get rid of (so they say). At least from Holborn to Lancaster Gate I was, like, totally cool. My folks must have bought the longest limo-tube, as it stretches to the lenght of the whole platform. Eat that, fleabags in cars!

I took my humans to have a walk in Hyde Bark and it was a success. We had a great weather to watch and chase birds (did you know that each bird has a portion of two chicken wings with them all the time!) and scare joggers.

Mixed up

I' quite sure my flatmates (tee-cher and fee-der) are going through a heavy emotional journey. They seemed to think I am some kind of well-shaken mixture of whippet, staffie and other breeds. Well, in my blend there happens to be a meaty lump of staffie. Maybe 110% or more, numbers really aren't my cup of yoghurt. My smile is getting wider every day, but the brains keep up only modest growth. Luckily my memory is good, only so very short.

I feel extremely brave nowadays and I prove it by running far away from my people. I am still quite puppy-like cutie, so I'm sure passers-by appreciate my jumpy gestures and my muddy paw prints on their coats. My folks don't let me jump at all, so I can concentrate all my energy outdoors!

My raw food diet is great, I enjoy loads of chicken wings and other things that wolfs would order in restaurant. I still have some baby teeth left and the smell GOOD! My folks seem to comment the odour every time I open my mouth, so it must be a gorgeous experience to them. Funny animals they are.

Duty calls

Wow. I met two professionals in My Park. Two police dogs chatted with me for a while and the smaller would have gone a step further I guess, but the police human took him away. He said those guys may keep their thingies as they are braver that way. I dunno, I could use some instant bravery balls every now and then. Until then, I try to cope with the ball I found the other day. 

The policeboys have a C-A-R of their own! Maybe someday I'll have one, too. I'm quite sure I had one in my foster home, but my new humans have only an underground train, which I may try tomorrow, they say. Enought talk, I'm hungry!