This little polar bear is my best friend. She is always very sweet to me and turns me into a softy, too. I even let her steal my treats, as long as she shares human attention.
Together, we keep our neighbourhood protected from lizards and food droppings. We are the elite members of the SWAT (Sweet tailWags and Adorable Tricks) team.
But beyond that soft appearance, Mati is a tough cookie. I would NEVER dare to stand behind her and her dinner plate. .. Nobody should.
I have several rituals that I perform when my humans get home. This is the one I do when only one human has been away and he came back on time. Any divergence from this – two humans or tardiness – is generally met with vocalizations of my discontent.
I spent Easter visiting my Portuguese relatives in Braga. My Hungarian family lives a bit further away but I love them just as much, especially my furry cousin Miu-Miu. One would think that on such visits I will take greater advantage of the garden, but I spent most of the time in the kitchen, begging for food and belly rubs. I even put on an Easter tie for extra charm and effectiveness. It was hard work, after two days of getting back home, I am still catching up with my cuteness sleep.
“What is that smell from the kitchen?” …”Gimme! Please! Mufu is starving.”
……………………. In the city. ………………………….. Monument. …………………….
My people finally discovered that I am not really a dog, nor a human, but a mufu. A mufu is a specie of its own, related to canines, but with the added softness, sweetness and cuteness of a muffin (hence the name mufu) and an amazing capacity to delight humans with its ridiculousness. A mufu, for example, takes over its humans’ bed, pillow and blanket, during the night; tries to empty school children’s lunchboxes during morning encounters; or fartsies non-stop over three-hour rides in a small car. The mufu also has unrealistically soft fur, presumably to trick bunnies with its appearance; is always available for kisses, even when awoken from deepest sleep; and is always always hungry.
As much as I enjoy going on trips and having adventures, I especially like to stay home and go for walks in my neighbourhood.
After all, this is the place where I know where the best peeing spots are, which dogs to avoid and which ones to say hello to, where is most likely to come across some leftovers, and in which bushes do the blackbirds hide.
I know all the best resting spots:
Can listen to Jazz in the park:
And am the number 1 dog of the neighborhood:
We did spend a few days in the Algarve this year where I got my fair share of sunshine and ocean air.
Relaxing in the shade …
Thinking about food, as always …
Finally at a proper restaurant, waiting for “our” meal. Waiter!
In addition to making new friends and spending time with old ones, I have of course also continued my riguros training for the Canine Swimming Championship.
Training in my neighbourhood:
This year, I have in fact reached a new level of performance and started swimming in the ocean. It was not easy, as the waves are sometimes very big and I am a bit afraid of them.
Warming up and building upper body strength:
“Should I stay or should I go?”