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Please keep the 'pageviews' coming!! Mommy promised me an extra cookie if I get 250!!
Hugs (and a little lick snuck in there!) from Nina
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Hairdresser
I went to the hairdresser. I didn't know we were going, mommy hadn't told me.
So we got there and I walked right into Leni's yard. There were 2 cavi friends there to play with, I was all happy. I didn't recognize the place straight away.
I even walked into the shed because there was this nice looking woman (Leni) who had cuddles for me. My tail was wagging hard!!
But then I saw it: I'd been here before, this was the place where I was tortured (naturally, my tail stopped wagging)!! One day I went here and mommy left me. When mommy came back (after 3 hours!) I was bald… And mommy was SO happy. Which actually was the worst, how mommy didn't even seem to mind. I felt so misunderstood!
So anyway, I didn't want Leni to have her way with me again so I tried to run but mommy grabbed me (darn thumbs!). Mommy set me on the torture table and left.
Three hours later, this was the result:
I never want to go to Leni ever again. It's her fault too that I now can't have my flea circus. The fleas have nowhere to live now that I'm bald.
On the up side: I did receive 2 cookies when we got home for good behavior!
So we got there and I walked right into Leni's yard. There were 2 cavi friends there to play with, I was all happy. I didn't recognize the place straight away.
I even walked into the shed because there was this nice looking woman (Leni) who had cuddles for me. My tail was wagging hard!!
But then I saw it: I'd been here before, this was the place where I was tortured (naturally, my tail stopped wagging)!! One day I went here and mommy left me. When mommy came back (after 3 hours!) I was bald… And mommy was SO happy. Which actually was the worst, how mommy didn't even seem to mind. I felt so misunderstood!
So anyway, I didn't want Leni to have her way with me again so I tried to run but mommy grabbed me (darn thumbs!). Mommy set me on the torture table and left.
Three hours later, this was the result:
Emotionally wiped out!
Physically done with too.
I never want to go to Leni ever again. It's her fault too that I now can't have my flea circus. The fleas have nowhere to live now that I'm bald.
On the up side: I did receive 2 cookies when we got home for good behavior!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Royalty
When we went walking in the woods Sunday, we happened upon a quaint little house. I figured I'd go live there since my parents were making me walk through the dirt and stuff.
I marched right into that garden, ready to beg for shelter (and cookies!) when a guard stopped me. He said dogs weren't allowed into the palace gardens.
This farm boy probably didn't know that I was royalty too and I tried to explain but he wouldn't listen.
In the end I went home with my parents. There was nothing I could do, not having the power of speech and all that…
Now it's Tuesday morning and I got 2 cookies already. I'm starting to be happy I went home with my parents.
Look, suit for a princess such as myself
I marched right into that garden, ready to beg for shelter (and cookies!) when a guard stopped me. He said dogs weren't allowed into the palace gardens.
This farm boy probably didn't know that I was royalty too and I tried to explain but he wouldn't listen.
In the end I went home with my parents. There was nothing I could do, not having the power of speech and all that…
Now it's Tuesday morning and I got 2 cookies already. I'm starting to be happy I went home with my parents.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Horror Weekend
What a weekend… it was horrible! On Saturday mommy got sick and tired of the flea circus I keep on my back. She tossed me in the tub once more. Daddy vacuumed and sprayed the house; the works. The whole house smelled vile! Don't the parents know that it's so much harder for me to keep pets this way?!?
When I was washed and scrubbed and daddy was done with the spraying, we had to flee the house. We went to a really nice lunchroom where I got a cookie. My weekend was saved. Or so I thought…
Sunday started off nice enough. Daddy wanted to go to the gym (but not by himself) but mommy said "NO!". So instead of working out, my parents went for a walk. And I got to go! So excited. I love walks and I love my parents! So I got in the car, tail a-waggin'.
But my daddy brought us to a forrest. Did you know that in a forrest it continues to rain even if it's technically no longer raining?? It's horrible!! And there was all these puddles and dirt… Mommy and daddy didn't seem to mind but they have walking shoes. I was dirty from head to toes ('cause: no walking shoes!). I HATE dirty!! I'm royalty, I should never be dirty!!
When we came to a pancake house daddy gave me a cookie. But I was not to be bribed and refused!! Daddy ought to know that a princess doesn't like wet walks in the wood!
Once home, the horror continued. Because I was so dirty (through no fault of my own!) I had to take AN OTHER bath!! And it was all daddy's idea! The old man should take a bath himself!
After the bath mommy tried to sweet talk me but I was really hurt.
Today is monday and I got a cookie. I'm a little better now. Maybe if I get 10 more cookies I will forgive my parents.
Or maybe 12...
When I was washed and scrubbed and daddy was done with the spraying, we had to flee the house. We went to a really nice lunchroom where I got a cookie. My weekend was saved. Or so I thought…
Sunday started off nice enough. Daddy wanted to go to the gym (but not by himself) but mommy said "NO!". So instead of working out, my parents went for a walk. And I got to go! So excited. I love walks and I love my parents! So I got in the car, tail a-waggin'.
But my daddy brought us to a forrest. Did you know that in a forrest it continues to rain even if it's technically no longer raining?? It's horrible!! And there was all these puddles and dirt… Mommy and daddy didn't seem to mind but they have walking shoes. I was dirty from head to toes ('cause: no walking shoes!). I HATE dirty!! I'm royalty, I should never be dirty!!
Look how gross I am! I'm angry and don't want to look at mommy.
Mommy made me look. But I'm STILL angry!
Look a toadstool. There were so many… because of the rain. :(
When we came to a pancake house daddy gave me a cookie. But I was not to be bribed and refused!! Daddy ought to know that a princess doesn't like wet walks in the wood!
Once home, the horror continued. Because I was so dirty (through no fault of my own!) I had to take AN OTHER bath!! And it was all daddy's idea! The old man should take a bath himself!
After the bath mommy tried to sweet talk me but I was really hurt.
Here you see: I do not negotiate with terrorists!
Today is monday and I got a cookie. I'm a little better now. Maybe if I get 10 more cookies I will forgive my parents.
Or maybe 12...
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Creepy Tuesday Adventure
So I'm sitting on the couch next to mommy. She's eating lunch and I'm hoping for a little bite. No luck on the little bite but mommy is petting me which is goooood…
All of a sudden, mommy starts shrieking and grabs my little head in a head lock. Ouch!! Lemme go!!
Mommy's fiddling around a spot that already hurts! Mommy starts shrieking even LOUDER and the painter lady walks in to check things out (I like her, she always lets me lick her nose which is yummy!).
All of a sudden, I get tossed in the bicycle basket and mommy jumps on and starts peddling. Where are we going?? I'm so stressed! Shrieking and tossing is no good!
Mommy takes me to the pet store and sweet Ina (well, NORMALLY she's sweet but NOT this time!) starts fondling my head like mommy just did. Then she pules out a nasty device. It looks much like a torturing device. I'm so scared!
Ina is pushing and pulling, I have no idea what's going on and mommy still has me in a head lock. And then… relieve!! Such sweet relieve! Ina shows mommy what's wrong (I snuck a peek): I had a tick!! And no small one either. It's HUGE!!! And grey and scary…
Yuch!! I want to shriek too (but I'm a puppy so no can do!). This tick is disgusting and enormous and gross… Poor little me!
This is the sort of torturing device that Ina used to rescue me. I love Ina again, she's my hero.
Now it's off to bed for me. So much shrieking and excitement… I'm all pooped out. Nite, nite! (don't worry, after all this I did get a cookie so I'm all good!)
All of a sudden, mommy starts shrieking and grabs my little head in a head lock. Ouch!! Lemme go!!
Mommy's fiddling around a spot that already hurts! Mommy starts shrieking even LOUDER and the painter lady walks in to check things out (I like her, she always lets me lick her nose which is yummy!).
All of a sudden, I get tossed in the bicycle basket and mommy jumps on and starts peddling. Where are we going?? I'm so stressed! Shrieking and tossing is no good!
Mommy takes me to the pet store and sweet Ina (well, NORMALLY she's sweet but NOT this time!) starts fondling my head like mommy just did. Then she pules out a nasty device. It looks much like a torturing device. I'm so scared!
Ina is pushing and pulling, I have no idea what's going on and mommy still has me in a head lock. And then… relieve!! Such sweet relieve! Ina shows mommy what's wrong (I snuck a peek): I had a tick!! And no small one either. It's HUGE!!! And grey and scary…
Yuch!! I want to shriek too (but I'm a puppy so no can do!). This tick is disgusting and enormous and gross… Poor little me!
This is the sort of torturing device that Ina used to rescue me. I love Ina again, she's my hero.
Now it's off to bed for me. So much shrieking and excitement… I'm all pooped out. Nite, nite! (don't worry, after all this I did get a cookie so I'm all good!)
Best joke ever!!
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A dog!!!! HAHAHAHA LOL
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Monday, August 8, 2011
Good Old Days
When I was a little puppy (I'm a BIG girl now!) and mommy and I lived in The Hague (NL), I had a really good grandpa and grandma. Rob and Wil Lejewaan. I got to play with grandpa and grandma would walk and feed me if mommy was late from work or something. I love grandpa and grandma Lejewaan. I used to get lots of cookies in the store where grandpa worked. I miss the cookies too…
Grandpa taught me how to be a parrot and sit on his shoulder. Well, not exactly sit 'cause I'm a puppy and I have no claws. But look, this is me with grandpa:
I have no pic's of grandma but she was really nice too.
Grandpa suggested I sell my fleas to the flea circus. Mommy is not crazy about the idea but I think grandpa might be on to something. If it works, we can make some extra bucks. And I already know that 'bucks' can be exchanged into cookies at Ina's store!
I'm going to try and convince mommy to sell the fleas. Thanks for the tip grandpa Lejewaan. I miss you and grandma very much! (although here in Gouda I have grandma and Grandpa Haveman. They are very nice too and I get loads of cookies - so no worries, I'm in good company!)
(although occasionally I get a green bean… I'm not to thrilled about those I must say)
Grandpa taught me how to be a parrot and sit on his shoulder. Well, not exactly sit 'cause I'm a puppy and I have no claws. But look, this is me with grandpa:
Cuddling hard all day long, that's the way I like it!!
I have no pic's of grandma but she was really nice too.
Grandpa suggested I sell my fleas to the flea circus. Mommy is not crazy about the idea but I think grandpa might be on to something. If it works, we can make some extra bucks. And I already know that 'bucks' can be exchanged into cookies at Ina's store!
I'm going to try and convince mommy to sell the fleas. Thanks for the tip grandpa Lejewaan. I miss you and grandma very much! (although here in Gouda I have grandma and Grandpa Haveman. They are very nice too and I get loads of cookies - so no worries, I'm in good company!)
(although occasionally I get a green bean… I'm not to thrilled about those I must say)
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