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.