Human constructions are often strange and don’t always smell very interesting to us dogs…
But these makings are very good! We were running around smelling these, Albi, Evelyn and I when we first came accross them.
I think they are quite pretty too. What do you think? 🙂
This is a very tasty saint indeed!
In case you don’t have the great pleasure of knowing what a burek is… it is a very tasty type of snack, like a salty patisserie made with sometimes potatoes, spinach, cheese… and of course lovely puff pastry! :p
Fred likes this saint a lot. She says he is damn good 😉
Very beautiful creatures watching the street we visited not so long ago…
Hello angels! 🙂
Not so long ago I was with Evelyn and Albi on a beautiful island…
We could run over the rocks and among the pine trees… It was a very good smelling island 🙂 …
Our friend Albi liked it too and would run about a lot… he missed his human though and would sometimes be upset. Dogs miss their humans generally. I know Fred would miss me a lot.
In nature there is a lot to distract a dog… We have a much better nose than you, so everything has another dimension to us… It is like being able to smell a symphony compared to just listening to one instrument… We are very lucky. The world is a different place for us.
I am very grateful to be a dog and to now dream of this lovely place… I wag my tail in my sleep as I chase my friends over the rocks and taste all the delicious symphony of smells the world offers me like a present… Every day is my nose’s birthday! …
We both love cuddles, kisses, pats, playing and snuggling together and generally being around and close to each other.
A maza is a person or animal who loves these things too.
Are you a maza?
🙂
Love
Aya
She is back in Grenoble and we are having fun like last summer in Croatia.
We go everyday for long walks as there are many beautiful hills and mountains around.
We had traveled fast and furiously to a new place. When we arrived in what was to be our destination for a short time, it was snowing. After only a few hours’ sleep, at sparrow fart, we were in a colder, greyer, rainier landscape.
One morning, which seemed to me to be like any other morning, Fred took Evelyn and I on a walk. Dark clouds were rolling about in the sky, like we had rolled about together earlier, on the sleeping humans’ bed, waking them. These clouds seemed to be ready to strike out in lightning bolts, a little similar to our humans’ reaction sometimes when woken by fighting dogs on their beds.
We were doing our morning doggy things. Sniffing about, learning from the smells on the pavement all about this new place and its keepers. Suddenly we found ourselves in a big field. This was strange because generally, humans don’t make their cities with fields and forests bang in them. They like keeping their smells and Nature’s smells separate. Which all of us dogs agree (even baby Evelyn) is really odd and a bit stupid. This curious field though, as we discovered to our surprise, was no more a natural field than a man-made one.
Evelyn and I were delighted. Fred let us off the leads and we ran to learn more about this amazing place.
The morning mist lifted. Pale autumn’s sun revealed scraggly bushes, blackberries, damp and cool clumps of tall grasses and mossy stumps. A dog’s paradise of soft earth and tasty grass strewn with red, yellow or brown leaves. Everything was scuttling with life, as though it were a field made of small insects, spiders, earthworms, beetles. A teeming pot of invisible, grubby, smelly forces.
We rooted about, angrily trying to catch what we could smell and hear squirming in the undergrowth. We could put our teeth on nothing but pieces of dirt.
We were wholly engrossed with what was, despite the elusiveness of our findings, a treat to our doggy senses. And Fred did not warn us of the clouds’ behaviour. Maybe she was storming off in her own fashion to explore the field too. When I looked up from the digging, Fred was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, an enormous fire sprang to life with a loud noise of fury from the sky. There was a flash of grey, a curse from the storm clouds rumbling now in a blur of electric frenzy. And everything disappeared in my mind.
When I opened my eyes, the full moon was gleaming over a world of black and white.
From somewhere not too far away I heard the Muppet’s voice. I ran towards it, barking for Evelyn to follow me, I couldn’t see where she was. There was Fred, standing next to Muppet, who was putting his Evelyna back on her lead. The field was gone.
We went back to our warm nest and Evelyn and I immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep. I dreamed of the field, its beautiful smells, its amazing space and its curious inhabitants. Running and running in my dream, happy and excited, playing with Evelyn.
Sometimes my dog brain can’t make the distinction between its dreaming and waking moments. I know my tail wags when I am happy though. So dreaming or awake, you always know what I am feeling. Most of the time, for a dog like myself and Evelyn, we are easily very happy.
Tail wags. Woof! Woof!
and love from
Aya.
Mine! all mine! 🙂
nothing like chewing a tasty piece of wood to bits! 🙂
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