Happy new year! May it bring an abundance of quality walks, belly rubs and salmon treats to everyone!
On December 31st I spent part of my afternoon next to Rio Formosa pondering about my accomplishments over 2016 and resolutions for 2017. In light of all the fuss I caused over the holidays, as my humans and I enjoyed the hospitality (and unattended plates) of others, I resolve to become less of a “spoiled little brat” in 2017. Whatever that means.
Last weekend we re-visited the Natural Park of Arrabida where I spent my first weekend with my family. Many things have changed since then – the brits voted to exit the EU, Donald Trump got elected as president,New Jersey required pet stores to sell only rescue animals, the Moran dog-meat market shut down, I gained a bit of weight, but a few things remained the same.
- My mama still thinks I’m the cutest.
2. The park is just as beautiful as I remembered it.
3. My kind is still not allowed to enter the Praia do Portinho during the summer season. So I made sure to dig holes and roll around in the sand while I still can.
How come cats don’t face similar restrictions? DiscrimiNation.
…the Museum of Art, Architecture and Technology (MAAT) that is … is now open to the public. It passed all of my safety inspections. The risks of kitten invasions and bird explosions are infinitesimal while visiting.
Dealing with frustration after Donald Trump wins the US presidential election. Worried about polar bears, penguins and other species that are highly affected by climate change.
Roar!! My first Halloween costume.
And hopefully my last.
I spent most of my summer preparing for the next Summer Olympics. I raised my fondness of water from rolling around in the puddles, to jumping into every water installation in my city, and then even ventured into lakes. The ocean is still a bit too waive-y for me. If the gods of animal quarantine rules permit me, I shall be taking Michael Phelps on in Tokyo.
Mama? Is that you?
My other ancestor was definitely a Beagle. I act and look like one. When I am allowed to ramble around freely, I get very carried away by my hunting instincts and respond haphazardly to recalls. I mean, I tend to keep an eye/ear on my humans and come eventually, but not entirely on their terms. I still have a lot of progress to do in this respect.
My humans also like to point out that I often expose the notorious Beagle stares. Here’s one that I use commonly, particularly when they are taking a lot of time to get ready to go outside. They still have a lot of progress to do in that respect.
What about the shedding? Neither podengos, nor beagles are supposed to shed a lot. And yet, it looks like snowfall when I get up from the bed or couch. Most annoyingly, I can not hear the end of it!