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)!