Fighting is an ugly thing

I fought, and I obtained martial injuries. My owner said a birthday of mine may not pass without some trouble (I got babesia last year).
The reason is different I think. A dog named Almond exactly. Arrives and provokes. Calls me names. Maybe only watching. Does not get close to me possible, but the consciousness that she is there very much irritating. Sure, that we fell out many times already!
But on Friday really. This turned out at home only, when the owners stumbled upon me observing the trace of the drops of blood. Yes, a purple inflated ear, and the result of the fight was a fission on my side.
But I won (I believe it)!
Now with some brownish thingamy smear, and without a stop rebuke, that I am a cracked dog.
Myself, repentance are ashamed of all of my sins at this time, and I employ it of course in myself, that nearest, I will be smarter on the time of the revenge, and I get away through the rematch without injury!

Happy third birthday!

To whom? Of course, to me! And to Cromi in Sopron, and all C litter, anywhere they live!
So another year passed I am cleverer, maturer, widely-more traveled.
I became Interchampion in the past year, the visitor count of my blog increased, and I'll be the first pet in the future (I repulsed successfully the attack of a Cranberry rabbit, who lives here always yet though, but it lightened up, that not real rivalry).
I am satisfied with my life, but I am looking for new challenges constantly meanwhile of course.
These are still secret alas!

Autumn

Autumn arrived. It is not cold yet, but falls, grey and slush. Some ancient nostalgia procures into his power always at this time, the Scot I think of countries where my ancestors herded the lambkin between weather conditions like this. May have been beautiful, slushily, slushily, but to scratch along making most important work.
I wake up always of course next from the reverie, and I realize it, that with a lot, but much pleasanter in the dry room, to rest on the soft pillows while my stomach is being scratched...
Even then, if many people they last for a lazy, work-shy dog.
But there are not sheep here, I am unemployed rightfully with a word!

Passions

I believe, I reported on much of my passion already over one and a half year, from the sour cabbage through the bird chase to my adoration for the watermelon.
I did not talk about the popcorn yet however! I do not go to a cinema, the pop corn I find it irresistible however. If I feel its fragrance only... my owners like it very much fortunately, and they do not grudge it from a wonderful technique begging bearded collie.

We advertise

Imagine Google big brother offered, that if you try to find (quasi) anything with his engine (which is quite useless nowadays), then I'm goinf to be the first hit. I thought I allowed this, it's his life after all, I would not take it to my heart if he went bankrupt because of me.
I believe some of my kind new readers found me this way. Let's build a community by the modern principle which I favour. You can help, if you write more comments, opinions, questions for me - from this I see, it's worth the effort.
So write...

New relatives around the world

Imagine, Blanka found an owner for every puppies of my half sister, Bee. Three went to Belgium, one moved to Germany, Czech Republic, Hungary - and some stayed in Slovakia.
And what you believe where one moved? You would not find it out anyway, I bet. Fletcher obtained a new toy-friend for himself. Really, Phineas (wellll, remarkably strange name for a hardly 2 month old dog) lives with Fletchers'. Go on Fletch, raise from him a real BEARDIE, you though Phin, learn a lot and do not let him to be bossy!