That thing called snow...

My friends,

I have been introduced to an entirely new environmental concept! My mom calls it "snow" and you know what: it's AWESOME!!!

It makes me feel so happy, it's so much fun, it smells so good, I think these pictures speak for themselves... 

And you know what's also really cool (!).... ICE WATER!!!

I LOVE IT!!!

I hope it'll be like this all year long! My mom does not agree at all, but since this is MY blog she has to type what I dictate, so... *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!)

My concept of a house

My friends,

I would like to enlighten you about my concept of what a HOUSE is for. 

Needless to say: My mom neither agrees nor understands. She really is a bit daft sometimes. *sigh* Her dream concept is this:

But... sorry: Mine is different. Check this out, haven't I done a great renovation job?!?

First of all, I started to move the house (yes, I'm inside!):

I continued with a thorough internal inspection:

Result: The weird thing on top had to go. I think it's called roof or something like that. Totally unnecessary. To remove it, I had to work quite hard, it required several tricky moves:

Having eliminated the roof, I continued with my much-needed renovation activities:

I was VERY busy for quite some time!

Renovations really are SO exhausting, I had to take several naps in between work phases:

But, in the end, my friends, have a look: isn't this SO much better than before?!!?

DONE!!! I totally love it that way. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *jumpjump* 

My heart starts skipping a beat... ❤❤❤

Important note: 

THAT GIRL IS MINE!!!! 

If anyone else but me dares to request kisses from her.... JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!)



In love,

Newsflash

My friends,

I just heard that my brother Timmy will visit us next weekend! How about that!? 

His family will go on vacation in the summer and can't take him with them. So they asked my mom if Timmy might stay with us for 2 weeks. She said yes of course, as long as Timmy and Zorro get along! And that we will test next week. 

Well, to be honest: I don't know... I have never shared my mom, my apartment, my lavender bushes, my flower pots, my carpet, my front-row window seat, my food, my water, my COUCH.... so I really don't know if I like that. Hmmmm. 

However, one thing is for sure: I will NOT share my sleeping basket, brother or no, forget it, NO WAY!!! 

I already don't like it when my playfriend Patrick wants to lie in it (I fight him fiercely when he does!), so you see, it's NOT a good idea for anyone to try sleep in it. Let them try and they'll see what happens!!! *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!)

Okay, my mom sits or stands in it from time to time. I think she wants to test me and show me who's boss *gigggggle*, and, gracious and generous as I am, I let her.... I mean, she IS my mom... and I don't want to rob her of her illusions about who's boss in the house, you know. So it's okay for her to use it. From time to time.

My mom keeps telling me that it will be FUN, though, and that I won't be bored all the time when she's working, so that sounds cool! Plus, I'll have a buddy I can run with in the fields! Surely, my friends, you know: there'll be no doubt who'll chase whom... and again: *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!)

Anyhow, I just wanted to share this with you, and I will keep you posted about any news in this respect. 

Picture Page

My friends,

Upon repeated request, my mom decided to make one page just with pictures of me. Here it is:

http://zorropix.blogspot.com/


Feel free to leave comments (only nice ones, of course, or I'll come and getcha). 

On vacation...

My friends,

I was on my first vacation!!! *jumpjump* My mom had to go away for a few days (she said, she had to go "to the office", whatever that may be...*shrug*) and she did a really nice thing: she didn't take me with her, but left me with those people she calls mom and dad, so I guess they are my grandparents. *yoohoooo* The reasons why I totally love being with them are manifold:

1) I get to do whatever I want to do and they think me irresistibly CUTE. (see point 3 in this list)

2) I get to eat chicken that my grandma cooks specially for me, with rice, and a bit of chicken soup on top. (I really don't know why my mom expects me to eat that stupid dry stuff at her place... I thought that my massive hunger strike after she returned and put that "schtuff" on my plate might have helped... Nope. She is SO pigheaded sometimes, really. I'll have to think of something else, really. Let her just see what happens when I have to eat any more of that dry stuff! *HAR* as my auntie Brie would say!)

3) My grandma gives me treats whenever I look cute. (So, basically, all the time.)

4) My granddad goes for walks with me twice a day (which, I have to admit, is something my mom is actually better at because she lets me off my leash and gives me treats when I return to her). But my granddad is sooo proud when I walk him and people stop to ask him about me (like, who is this little fluffy fellow, is he a mixed breed, is he a puppy, and uninteresting stuff like that which I usually totally ignore = sit around, looking as bored as possible, until they're done chatting), so I usually deign to accompany him on these little outings. It's okay to do him a favor, too, you know. (See points 5 and 6.)

5) My granddad takes me with him whenever he works in the garden (which is every day), and he doesn't put me on a leash then. (I found several holes a little while ago and checked out the neighbors' gardens, but, miraculously, they've all disappeared. The holes, I mean. Weird...)

6) My granddad lets me help him dig holes, chop wood, clip plants, water the yard, wash the car, weed the flower beds, and all kinds of cool man-stuff around the house. To make him perfect, I make him do everything at least three or four times by undoing everything he does. That way, he can practice, you know. How else would he become perfect? I really really help him a lot in this endeavor, you see. Of course, I intend to implement any lessons learned at my mom's house and in her garden at my earliest convenience, too. I'm sure she will be totally thrilled!!! 

7) My grandparents never leave me alone in the house so I don't have to overexert myself howling and barking for hours. My mom does that. I really don't know why. I hate that. 

You know, in my opinion, and overall and such, my grandparents should have educated my mom better. They are so much cooler than she could ever be. But.... I still love being with my mom BEST anyway. Because, after all, she IS my mom and I will always love her BEST because she loves me BEST. ❤

Lots of "Pfffffffff"s...

My friends,

As you might have already read in one of my earlier posts, my mom doesn't like me to venture out on my own. 

She thinks I'm so cute that bad people would steal me (as if I let any stranger pick me up... *pfffffffffff*), or that I wouldn't find my way home from out of the corn field (helloooo, I'm a DOG with an excellent sense of knowing where I live... *pfffffffffff*), or that I would run into a car (on that street that's miles away *pfffffffffff*), or that I would eat yummy things (as if I would get sick from those delicatessen out there, like dead mice, dead rabbits, dead birds, and such *pfffffffffff*).

So what did she do after she found out that a hedge (*pfffffffffff*) would not hold me back from roaming around? She had my best playfriend Patrick build a FENCE. Or what she thought to be a fence... (*pfffffffffff*). That poor fellow worked an entire Saturday to get that "fence" up and I just looked at him and thought (what else) "*pfffffffffff*"

To make a long story short... see for yourselves.... (*pfffffffffff*)

What did they think I have my paws and teeth for, huh?!? I almost felt a bit insulted by them. But you know....

Anyway, naturally, I made it through! *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!).

PS: I'm not entirely sure but I heard my mom talk about a "real" fence the other day... I hope she won't offend me again. With a "fence". *pfffffffffff*