And again I have to apologize. Only in norwegian. But I look pretty? Don´t I??
I notice that there’s too much pepper on my secretary here. Not that he did not need it, he does not taste like dried fish, but I have not just been laid on the couch as an old forgotten cheese doodle. Has managed to drag both the one and the other human out the door from time to time. Here a little while ago I went to do something called “blood-tracking”. To be honest my secretary faints when he sees blood, so it was Haggis-mom who took me. And it was fun! Who had laid the track? Corinne’s mom! And then of course Corinne was there! And bloody hell, then blood can blood for my part! I ate the roast beef they offered me and gave a good day for the entire track. Corinne was there! Just look here!
The NordnesMafia rides again. And this time we rode out in Fyllingsdalen under the cover of darkness. Not everything we do can withstand the light of day. And now that the sun has gone, then we can do all that we are not allowed in the summer. Like playing on the agility course with Corinne and Woobies! We train, of course not, because it’s for wimps. We are the Irish Wolfhounds, so we just do it without acting like crybabies. Such as here. Zhivago do not quite understand what all the fuzz is about. There was a ”rooftop” and it needed to be climbed. Where else can you get the best views ? Everything the monkeys need to take pictures of!