Superdog

Today was my romping-in-the-snow-with Signe day, and I got to try out my new dress designed to keep the snowballs out of the silky hair on my legs and chest. It's VERY tight, keeps me dry and works well enough with the everyday stuff (peeing and crapping, for those of you without imagination) and, best of all, I look like Mingus the Superdog in it.

Now I'm resting at home in my biabed, but watch out, soon I'm flying again!

Academic dog

Accompanied my human to work today and enjoyed myself running around the corridors and most of her colleagues liked my greeting them (read jumping up to lick their face), but Sean was less enthusiastic. Adnan was cool, but then again he's a writer and knows what's what (setters rule!).

He's my role model and instead of a critic like my human I want to be a writer. I'll write about whatever comes into my head. Mostly birds, I expect, and not just game birds but also the garden birds like the blackbird we feed. He looks adorable in the snow, a black blob with his yellow beak in all that whiteness. Snow, snow, everywhere I look, snow. Today the snow has millions of black spots in it, probably stuff from the blasting at the new building site. Not very tasty either so I obey my human when she commands me to spit, I spit.

Show dog

Time flies when you're having fun! Lots has happened since my last entry, but I've been busy - staying with Amir at Långtora while my human was in Giessen with her doctoral students, and with Amy while she was busy in Brussels and Hong Kong. I missed her, naturally, but had too much fun to pine.  Nough said (I know she reads my pages).

I have also made my mark as this years's SISK dog at the annual Stockholm Dog Fair.  I dogged the SISK (that's an acronym for Swedish setter association) stall and got to kiss many children and adults, managed to steal a few of the specially designed setter gingerbreads in our Christmas tree (thank you Anna, they were delicious). I met a couple of vey handsome setters, and like Arthur in particular. He's a show dog which means he's bigger and much darker in color and has lovely long fur, but knows little about finding and setting birds. But he's smart and I will teach him, I'll persuade my human to visit with his family, and then we'll go bird hunting, oh yeah...

Met Signe (in case you haven't caught on, she's the queen of my heart) on Christmas Eve and both of us were very well-behaved whiled our humans ate their food. Our reward was a sampling of everything, including Christmas ham (my human is rarely this generous, she eats the special food and leaves me with DOGCHOW).

But that's ungenerous of me, because on Christmas day I was served turkey with stuffing, so I decided that from this day on I am a TURKEY DOG.