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.