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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!

Park life

Oh, I forgot to tell you that I found a new park today! London Fields was full of birds and I also met some new dogs there. You can see my raincoat in the picture.

Big day for a small dog

So today was the day everyone's been talking about. I went to see the nice doctor who put something in my neck (I screamed a little). My humans say the first one was a tiny microship and second one was the rabies vaccine. After that I wasn't afraid at all. I have to go and see him again in two weeks. He said that my teeth are OK and everything else is fine, too. So now I'm officially healthy and pretty.

Monday news

Now I have spent almost one whole week in London. It's been very busy I would say, but my humans try to tell me that it's just ordinary city life. It's exhausting sometimes, but I have met many nice dogs and people. I've been to markets and many parks big and small.

Tomorrow I have to go to see the dentist. I've tried to change my baby teeth to more grown up ones, but it doesn't work.  A bit embarrassing, I admit. Hopefully the doctor can help me to get a nice wolf smile.

Say cheese!

My humans have gone mad: they carry pieces of cheese in their pockets and feed me in the park. How strange. Do they really think I'm so easily scared? Maybe it's the new cheese medicine but I really think that the park is much more nice than two two days ago. I have my routine morning walk now. Today I met geese and doves. My human said not to go after them but I think that sounds like a lot of fun.

London is too big

Today I really feel that London is too big for me. My humans don't seem to realise it but there really is too much going on around here. I think I have to ask them to take me to some quiet park where I could relax. They should also do something about the weather, it's so terribly cold for a puppy like me.

Sore throat

Can you imagine that I still can remember those times when I lived in the countryside? I used all my four paws to walk and jump. How immature! Now I know that my only spotty sock is too precious for brutal everyday use, so I hold it like this (see my pose above). I am a real city girl after all.

This collar of mine may look fine but i can assure there are better ones available as this one makes my throat sore. I think I have to send my funny humans to Harrods and make them get me one of those fancy collars with diamonds. And crystals are no diamonds. Fetch the jewel, human, fetch!

Human behaviour

I live now with two new faces. I think I'll call them Whoman and Hoo-man. They seem to be pretty quick learners as long as I treat them equally and fair. I try to walk with them in the Park (or izzit Bark?) nearby as often as possible. They're clearly enjoying it, so I hope I can soon introduce them my inner Whippet and her running abilities. Catch me!

Bye-bye Devon!

Yesterday I travelled all the way from Devon to London. On the way I saw Dartmoor ponies and big trucks. I wasn't too afraid and slept on a nice little roll on the back seat.

I have a very cozy cardboardbox to sleep in. What else...? Well, my new toys are nice and food is as good as it has always been. There is a lot of noise coming through the roof and from the street.

I made a long morning walk in the park. There were kids screaming, bikes and running people passed by and many strange dogs. I said hello to one Staffie boy so he is now my first London friend.