Friday, September 16, 2011


Pet travel rules from 1 January 2012

From 1 January 2012 a blood test will only be required for pets entering the UK from unlisted third countries. for more details, clickety click

let the countdown begin! be right back, I'll go start packing my leash and toys

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sunday, July 3, 2011

it's a sad day today,

M left away
(no rhyme intended)

Friday, May 27, 2011

it's been a long way back

hamburg train station

budapest train station

but we made it safe and sound. we left on Sunday morning and arrived on Wednesday morning. we made a few stops along the way, so there's no need to call the RSPCA. next time we're DEFINITELY taking the plane, though talking adventure it was 100% worthwhile

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Monday, May 2, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

the piggest pig

You live in a flat, and then you move to Denmark and get a new place with a small little garden, and then you dream about the summer and the sun, the wireless floating around the backyard and your dog’s new playground.

I bet she did. But I have a broader perspective: I want a hotter summer and a bigger backyard. Although my broad perpespective stops short of wishing for a climate change (though I try not to recycle as often as I should), I aim instead for the multi-tasking-ball-field 50m left to our lego-sized garden.
First, I tried to snake my way out through the shrubs, but M acted quickly and found a new use for billy, the ikea bookcase. She planted it around the backyard, giving a new meaning to Danish design and a new obstacle for me to contemplate.

Not for too long though… since we, the Golden Retrievers, are well known for our intelligence (living proof that blondes and brains do go together).
Therefore, this morning I switched my stab-the-shrubs strategy to something more… elevated. I tried to jump over the fence, with the elegance and agility of a purebred stallion.
Said I tried, ‘cause M saw me just in time and took my Black Beauty ass back in the house.

Friday, April 1, 2011

the deer park(ing)

Went to the deer park the other day,

but somehow both me and M ended up in the parking lot: there was a “no dogs allowed” sign at the entrance. What were they thinking? I wouldn’t have run after a deer in a zillion years. I have standards, you know? I run ONLY after balls.
But at least you can’t say I wasn’t close enough. And I did have a hell of a ride.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sunday, January 23, 2011

meet cindy

yes, in case you were wondering, the ball is mine

OH, no!

denmark isn't the happiest place on earth anymore. still, beside boasting strong social safety nets, question remains: was it ever?

Friday, January 14, 2011

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I wanna go bathe in the sea

“But what’s stopping you?”, I bet that question’s already popped in your mind. And in a weird way you’re damn right to be asking yourself that. Because, not only am I living in Denmark, but I also happen to live in a city near the sea (not much of a surprise given the geographical coordinates of Denmark, but still).
So, what seems to be the problem?
My problem revolves around the ever lasting Machiavellian question: the means to an end.

Yes, we could walk. Leave today and arrive, if lucky, by the end of the month.
Yes, we could go by car. But we do not own one.
On the other hand, we do have a klipkort, so we could take the bus. But wait, we cannot take the bus because dogs aren’t allowed in local buses. Still, there might be another possibility, maybe two:

M could play the part of a lifetime, that of a blind person, but we don’t joke about these things here, so definitely a big thank you, but no, thank you. Actually we do (political correctness is not in our vocabulary) but to be honest, it would be harder for me to act as a well trained dog who listens to his master e.g. doesn’t pull, run or sits wherever he likes.
Second possibility, M could carry me in a backpack. Yeah, right. As this could ever come close to a possibility.

So, here I am, so close to the sea, yet the farthest I have ever been from it. Isn’t it ironic?

Friday, January 7, 2011

let’s talk Christmas

Seems I jumped to conclusions a bit too hastily ‘cause you’re about to read something you’ve never read before.
Earlier and below I cried myself to tears that this Christmas is going to be the loneliest and saddest ever. Well, these holidays turned out miraculously well after all. And yes, if you ask me, I got startling news for you: Santa Claus really exists!
If you ever skimmed through Journalism for dummies, this means you already know that one should check the truthfulness of a piece of information from at least two reliable sources before making it a headline story. I and M make two, so pay attention to our breaking news:

Denmark: Why Santa really exists up north

What seemed to be just another manic Monday at the library for M, turned out to be more than expected. Asked by a Danish friend (later referred to as K) when she is going home for Christmas, M was once again realizing that this year she might as well join the ranks of the many who account for the highest suicide rate during a calendar year. But on this particular Monday, things went a lot different. Maybe unusually different. Unlike other Danish colleagues, K invited M over for Christmas. That, I must say, you don’t take for granted. And if you are a stranger who ever lived/still lives in Denmark, you know what I mean.
And if this wasn’t good enough, what was supposed to be a one day trip on the 24th December for M, turned into a four day trip for the both of us (*proof no 1 that Santa exists). After an entire night waiting for our Christmas packages from back home at Rutebilstation (the bus was only 5h 30min late), we headed up north and stopped in a small village on the Kattegat shore.
And so the fairytale begun. First, we went to get a Christmas tree. But for that we needed a saw. No, not the movie, not even the sequels. A real saw. Because we went into the forest to look for our Christmas tree, which we cut down all by ourselves (though I must admit I didn’t play a major role in this one, I was just doing my tree-dance around) (**proof no 2 that Santa exists). I thought we might as well meet some elves on the way, but they turned out to be another family looking for a Christmas tree. Nothing unusual. At least, not around here. ‘cause where I’m coming from, trees can be picked up only from the MAR-KET. OK, maybe sometimes from a SU-PER one. But still, this is not super. SU-PER is to pick it up from the ├╝ber forest, the biggest retail chain store in Europe.
But the fun didn’t stop here. It went on and on for the next 3 days, during which I visited all K’s relatives, walked on the sea (yup, Jesus is not the only one who can do that, I can also do it on frozen waters), ate charcuterie (duck eats duck, I revolutionized the food chain), ran in the middle of the white nowhere, received Christmas presents, tried to hump everybody.

By far, the best Christmas ever. And farthest.

Rumor has it that Danes are cold. They are indeed. But, like in every corner of the world, be it sunny or freezing, you can find those individuals who can sometimes make up for the whole. And, ironically enough, you start to like the Danes again and regain hope that at some point they will all open up like on a snowy Christmas day. Everyday.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

too floor for the cool

new year's resolutions

retrieve more balls
swim in the sea
travel around
last, but not least, write more on my new blog. i mean THIS blog