Since last time..

So, I haven`t been so active on the blog-front lately. There`s some good reasons for that, for example boyfriend, Germany, boyfriend.. And some gaming. I`m guessing the family of my boyfriend doesn't wanna play Monopoly with me anymore. (Yes, I tend to win. And also - when I don`t I tend to be... let`s say ... a tiny, tiny bit grumpy. It`s a small piece of the truth at least.). Other than that I've been losing in Civilization IV and in UNO, and.. in other games. And I`ve been shopping and trying to learn better German. Seems the last part is a problem when I am afaid to open my mouth, but it's going the right way :)

Other than thaaat I was to the movies, watching this very cool German film called Friendship. It's about a couple of dudes from DDR going to USA for the first time after the Berlin wall fell.. I liked it :) And sometime in the future (next week or so) we`re planning a trip to Munich or something like that, would be cool.

And oh, our lovely dog had to take an operation (stood between that and putting her to sleep forever). Get well you lil` charming thing!

Look, she`s even adorable when looking like a lamp:

Gonna go back to playing and stuff, so tudelu, have a nice day ^^

Cu-hu-hu-hu-huuuute

Our lovely dog Hope has this one ring-tone that makes here incredibly ... crazy is the correct word, I guess. She runs around like a wacko, barking, "singing", trying to hide, well.. and whatnot. It's really funny, and I figured I'd share it with you guys. Enjoy :)

I really don't know what's up with her, maybe it's irritating to her (in that case it'd be rude of me to find it cute, and to post it here on my blog) but I find it so funny that I chose to anyway. If you're wodering what she's doing towards the end, cause it's crappy quality and crappy filming, she's trying to hide between my brothers legs... :P

CSI: Dogs&Cats..& Rabbits.

October 26th, 2009.

13:37 

Body found in Stokmarknes.The victim is a rabbit, 30 cms long, average bodyweight. It is probably around 1-2 years old. Eyes are blue. The victim has several colors, grey, orange and white.

Bitemarks can be found all over the victims body, it's ears are almost ripped off, the nose is hanging in nothing but a thin thread, and you can still see panic in its eyes. The victim is still warm, it's been dead for less than one hour.

14:02

The bitemarks that can be found all over the victims body says that the killer is korean, chinese or japanese. The bitemarks also shows that it is no human who killed this victim. Circle two and three shows hairs that were found on the victim, that doesn't belong to the victim itself. The hairs found on the crime scene are white, and dna shows that it's a dog or cat who did this crime.

It is clear that the victim has been tortured.

14:25

Cause of death is probably a stroke as the murderer made it go through hours and hours of pain. Through it's dental records we've been able to locate its family, unfortunatly they are all six feet under. Victim has been identified as Eddy Bunny.

14:50

A very important tips is sent in, cameras has captured the murderer, in the act! The murderer is a Japanese Spitz, age 1 year. After an interview we're certain that the murder is commited due to strong jealousy. The case is hereby solved and closed.

 

Cleaning is fun!

Lately I've been in a place where I find cleaning, then especially vacuuming, entertaining. Not cause I get a kick out of hearing the shit getting sucked in, and knowing it never comes back. Not because I like the vibrations of the vaccumcleaner when holding in it. Not because I'm of the type that likes cleaning, I mean.. Jesus. No, it's simply because our lil' Japanese spitz, Hope, makes the cleaning more than cleaning.

Not one second does she let the vacuumbeast out of sight, she's so damn curious it's cute. She follows it with her eyes, goes closer and closer..she sneaks in from the sides, from the back, doing whatever to get to as close as possible to the thing.. That is, as soon as the Vacuum-head-thingie (what the heck is it called) doesn't point towards her.. then she runs as fast as she can, and as far away as possible. When you she the lil' white dot runnig away in that speed, you'd suppose her to be away for forever, but na. Doesn't even take 20 seconds before she starts sneaking towards the beast again. Sneaking, sneaking, sneaking, until... OMG, it's pointing towards me again, RUUUUUN! If dogs could talk, or if you could read dogs minds.. that would be exactly what you got out of it. (of course, now we have to imagine then that dogs would know the meaning of OMG). Lets imagine we're inside the dogs head:

Hm, it's pointing somewhere else, now I wanna go there and bite abit on it, maybe it tastes like cheese. Ah, I like cheese. But not as much as I like sausage, God, I love sausage. Hm.. maybe my owner has a sausage, damn then want one, gimmegimme. Oh, wait, no, yes, no.. yes.. Damn Hope, concentrate! That sure looks like a long sausage! MMM, sausage. Maybe if I sneak very carefully it won't hear me, and the lunch today gets better than that boring, dry dog-food. Yes, probably.. Caareful, careful, getting closer, aaalmost there. WAH, the huge, noisy sausage wants to kill me, RUUUUUUUN!

Ok, so I am where I started. Who cares, Hope? The sausage calls! Maybe if I walk extra careful this time, like, very much extra. It won't notice me then. And then I get my teeth in that juicy, delicate sausage. Hm, I wonder why my owner goes around carrying it without giving it to me. I've been a good dog, haven't I? Maybe if I sit.... HELLO, owner, look at me, I'm a good dog, I'm sitting, I'm deserving sausage!.. ah, how great, all that effort, and she's not even noticing me. No chanse in hell I'm doing anything else unless I get something for it. I guess I need to take this in my own paws, God. When did I ever have to do something for the food around here? I really need to let this owner of mine know this! She spoiled me, so GIVE ME THE DAMN SAUSAGE.


Huh, where's she going? Where's the sausage going? I'm not done with you yet! I guess I should just follow, the sausage aint that noisy anymore. Maybe it got tired and sleeping. Where.. where did it go? Hello? Wuff, wuff, I don't like this. Wuff, wuff. Wonder why my owner is angry at me? Wuff, wuff, wuu.... What did I do now? Grh.. what kind of life do I have? I'm such a miserable dog..

[two seconds later]


*sniff, sniff*, *sniff, sniff*. YES! Some dirty underwear. Wuff, life is goooood!


Let's now stop imagining we're in the head of the dog. As an end to the blogpost: Here's the small heartbreaker.

I got abit carried away and this blog ended up mostly imagining we're in the head of Hope. Doesn't really matter that much, I trust you get an idea about how cleaning is with this small white dot wandering around. :)

You wouldn't believe the night I had!

There is about three factors that makes your night a living hell.

1) A dog who would rather be somewhere else than in your room.
2) People going to the toilet
3) People running back and forth at 5-6 in the morning.

Please note that these factors have to be combined to make the night a living hell, well.. maybe alternative 1 could work perfectly without the other two, but anyway.

So, I go to bed at 00.00, I was asked to bring the dog. Sure, I thought, why not? A cute lil' creature that can lie there and warm my cold toesies, won't say no to that! So I grab the heartbreaker, carry her into my room, and make a nice corner in my bed for her. But na, she jumps down from the bed, goes to the door, and starts her "buhu, it's so miserable here, let me out" sounds. I chose to ignore her, until she comes jumping up in the bed licking my hands. I ask her "you wanna come up, Hope?", and rise up to lift her up in the bed. But the second I raise up, she walks to the door, like she tries to show me "let me oout, let me oooout!". I lie down again and two seconds later, she's back. I thought that maybe this time she wants to come up, so I rise up again. Guess what happened? Yes, door. I sigh, and lie down again. Two minutes later I hear the tiny dog-feet tripping towards me again, I chose not to rise up, I mean.. what, am I stupid? I lie like I did, but open my eyes, before I know it she suddely sticks her head up right next to me, leaning it abit to the side, givin me nothing but the puppydog-look. And, annoying or not, she is a heartbreaker. So I figured, damn, now she wants to come up! I rise up, reach out my hands... and right before I got my hands in her.. yes, you're right, she's trippin' towards the door. At this point you all must be thinking "damnit! this girl must be stupid", but for my defence.. who could resist the puppydogeyes of this ceature, tell me!

At a certain point she sits right under my bed, and I use the situation to try to calm her down with stroking her, and.. yes, it worked. She was silent for.. perhaps five minutes, until... she suddenly rised up and walked to the door. But! This time she didn't make that much sounds, to my big surprise. So I can actually lie down, in silence, and slowly, slowly I notice that I might actually get some sleep tonight. Note that this is probably 1-2 hours after I actually planned to sleep. So at this point the clock is.. Well, let's say 01.30. Trolldis lies there with a small smile on her mouth, on her way into sleepyland...

Sleepyland was further away than I thought, my soon-to-come sweet dreams got ruined, yes, directly ruined, killed, by someone who just had to go to the toilet in the midle of friggin night. My dear brother, couldn't you have gone before you went to bed? Or should I assume that you "didn't have to go then"? Hmpf, you're just like a kid. I'm gonna blame you for this, after all you're not the one with puppydogeyes in the situation!

Well, half an hour later the dog is relatively calm, and the sandman once again tries to reach out and make me trip around on the big pink cloud that I like to call dreamland. And Sandman, thank you for this. Trolldis gets her good night sleep for.. 3-4 hours, before people already start wandering around, making noise. No chance to get any peace - when the dog finds a hope for escape, then she follows the hope til it dies, or til it works out for her. In this situation it worked out for her, some saviour sent from God (or more like, one of my siblings) came to the door, opening it, taking Hope away, giving me some sleep. And the thought of sleeping long really, really gave me pleasure. So there was a smile around my mouth as I was finally, finally gonna get to sleep more than 1 hour or 2.

Wake up! Time to change your sleepingpatterns! The clock isn't even showing eight, when my mum finds out that today is the day, today is the day. Today is the day for change. No longer sleeping to 12, Trolldis. Embrace the day, embrace the morning.

Today, mum?! I didn't sleep less a single night the whole year, and that includes nights where I'm hangovered, on festivals, on parties. Yes. Could the timing possibly be worse? I believe not. Well, let's look on the positive side, should we? I have embraced the day! The whole day, not only the part from 12.00 and out.

Ah, yes, by the way? Guess who's sleeping now? Hope. After this situation, though, I changed her name to Hopeless. If there's one thing I like about her is that her name can easily be changed when she is indeed.. Hopeless.

Have a great day, everyone, and be sure to embrace it as I did.

When you can sleep as loooong as you want..

.. and wake up at 8, you can get rather grumpy. But what is there to do when a white, bushy minimonster named 'Hope' wakes you up is licking your ears, your toes, your fingers, and walks in your face? At a certain point in those events kindof wakes you up, and when it's jumping on you wanting to play - there is no chance anymore.

So if you ever see this lil creature, and if you would like to sleep.. Then lock your doors! But.. doors locked or not - I'm certain that Hope manages to sneak into your heart anyway. You'll love her EVEN though she wakes you up - I can confirm that.