I am on holiday

I think you have noticed that I go less to exhibitions and I have to admit, the ring excitement is missing a little. The truth is that all kinds of time constraints, and distance elements keep me back (and the proximity of heat). But from September newer tests expected, I won't tell you the details yet.
As you may know I am on holiday at Blanka, the weather is good, so we take enormous girlie walks, play, it's a real „holiday feeling”.

The life after all so tragic

Imagine, I'll be on holiday! to Blanka, which means lots of playing and romping with Molly-mother and Bee. My owners go to Austria, they go into a kinderhotel, which is not enthusiastic about the dogs on an incomprehensible manner, that's why I can not travel with them. I'll miss them, but there will be a good party at Blanka for sure.
The weather is still lousy, but my favourite nosh was replaced fortunately already. Looks like that the owners read my blog, which is a neat thing from them. Mainly, if the problems marked are relieved!

Complaints

1. It is cold, and rains steady. This means that the walks are significant shorter!


2. The strawberry overripened from the tree, and the others are on holiday yet.


3. Why not I?!


4. I will be in heat again supposed, this means even shorter walks and constant check.


5. My favourite food ran out.


6. I hate complaining dogs.
   

We made it!

We have my 1500th visitor, my brother, Cromi. Congratulate, and although I know that your heart desires Cuban summer holiday for two, unfortunately you have to do with a surprise something tinier!

Who is beautiful, it is wetly beautiful

I spent the Friday at Andi in the cosmetics. You can imagine that I became magnificent. Clean, undulating snow-white-grey hair cascade, brilliant paws, pink little ears. I got home around 4 pm and the news was already waiting from the next-day Tata clan walk. Adultowners were worried about what it would be in this manner with my beauty, but they were trying to convince each other of the fact that I do not go into the water. They may not have taken this seriously.
Some weak experiment was made though on the coast the following day, to let me heading back, but after Molly, Bee, Fletch, and Doris I leapt into the water! We jumped, we swam, we were running around, we played again. By the time we got back to the cars we dried. It didn't blame on our beauty csorba, except Doris, who found dead fish and unknown stinking things to roll in and was reprimanded well of course.
Many compliments pocketed, much photograph was taken of us, the peoples' big part liked five waterdogs. For who not, and provided a sound to this, the individual dirtier and was more stinking, than we five!

Round number

Manowner was the 1499th, Fletch was 1501st, who was 1500th?!
Voting ended with a tie, though the family council decided that we remunerate the enthusiasm with a consolation prize. Fletcher, you may expect some kind of surprise when I'm back from holiday. Read the blog till then of course.
Breaking news... Cromi brother is the lucky winner, details later

The cat grows on tree

At least here, in Zugló. The cat-like animals chased by me make it on a tree in most cases. It's totally understandable (for my ownerwoman it's not!) if I have to check all trees on the remaining section of the walk, haven't I! I think that the dogs cannot climb trees is absolute unfair anyway. I'll write to the suitable organs (Focus, Mónika show, Facts)! I was the victim of a street attack yesterday otherwise, from a fence fell upon me a cat, who I did not notice till then (the wind blew from me, na)!

It is not impossible

I repeat that the cats should also understand it: who produces a screenshot from a round 100th visitor number (email here), gets a valuable prize (hmnym I like best when parts of the pig are frying). I am begging you with respect, do not be faithless! Manowner shot a beautiful one now (not pig, the 100th one, you are incomprehensible!), here it is:
Well, he does not receive a gift because how would it look like, but here's the certainty: possible. Spare Photoshop please!

Bloodline gathering

It was a sixtimes beardie weekend, indeed! Black Cooper owners suggested in spring that having a long weekend would be good and acts followed their words. They selected Poroszló at Tisza lake, where there was adequate sleeping place (12 adults, 6 children, 6 dogs), adequate big garden, and a householder, who did not receive a heart attack, hearing the 6 dogs. It was a good start for a good party.
Friday the team arrived continuously in the afternoon, with huge amount of food and liquid supply packed up. Cooked in cauldron, BBQ'd, we were walking, we took a bath in the lake, we were gathering in the admirers' words of appreciation and we were playing, we were playing, we were playing (of course, after we decided the pack hierarchy on the price of smaller debates). Molly, Bee, Cromi, Fletcher and Doris thanx for the weekend, we should do everything, that we talk the owners into the repetition.

Goldendog

The blog was moved to the complex category... It's ok but you have to wait with voting.
The topic is entertainmentcomplex... well have a hard time with me. At me. (I draw the attention of the person who does not understand this to this site and vote for me :) )
There's erotics, travel, social life, card games and maybe gossips. Sure! If I wanted to be very snooty (of course I do) then it's like Brain Games for adults (eg. here). Only of course from a specific visual angle.
Kind judges! At first I tell you, read further only if you like the neatnesses like me. Because dog things come next. I wouldn't think that many dogs write blogs nowadays except me (off topic: neither do I), and it's taught these days: everyone should be comapred to herself.
Let you be welcomed at my site, look, measure, I am used to this (see upper right corner :) )

I can swim!

It turned out really that I can swim as a normal dog! Till now since I did not meet plenty of water really where it could have been turned out. But at Tata yes. I did not understand my mother and Bee though first, why it is good for them, that they jump in the water soaking indeed, I admit it I was afraid of the depth a little bit. But finally onto the effect of some persuasion I did not regret it. Three of us got drenched to the skin finally, a Tamara rather wet and a Blanka quite wet (thanks to my help - I kicked her with my feet, but only playing!) was the final result. My hosts got away through dry.
I'm quite sure there's strong connection between the Interchampion title and the water. Bee, who has the title likewise, proud proprietor resides in Komárom, the big part of his walks is going on on the Duna coast, with sizable own water surface really!