Our pets

May I introduce you to our pets!?

We've got quite a few.

Well, we used to have more but this is our current zoo.

BOB.

He's a Labrador - Collie Mix and we've adopted him in August 2010.

When Gerd was visiting a customer, Bobby jumped into his van.

He was approximately 14 weeks old, had been found in a ditch with his 3 siblings

and nobody wanted him. 

He was in a very bad state.

He had mange and was malnourished and therefore needed very expensive medical treatment.

It was all worth it.

All the visits to the vet, the injections, the baths, the medicine... 

we wouldn't want to be without Bob anymore.

He's really gentle, very good with the kids, patient and calm.

And funny.

Look at him! Look what he does when I try to take a photo of him!

"Bobby! Look! Bobby! Look at me!

Who is a good boy, Bobby!? Look over here!

Aaaah... nearly! THAT's a good boy!

PLEEEASE! BOBBY! LOOK!!! 

I'm here... BOBBIIIIIE!!! 

WHERE'S MAMA!??

Look up! Just for TWO seconds.

PLEASE!

Bobby! BOBBY!

BOOOHOOB!!!!"

I don't know whether he is camera-shy

or simply taking the piss.

Then, there's 

MARLEY

She's a Labrador - English Setter Mix 

and we've adopted her in May 2012.

She's always living in her own little world,

likes to chase her tail and starts barking

as soon as we try to get the kids to sleep. 

Every evening.

She's very friendly, too, a lovely, lively, happy girl but quite nuts most of the time. 

She's a really funny, furry friend and adores the kids

and the kids adore her.

There's just this ONE thing she does that REALLY, REALLY annoys me.

She eats her own poop.

And Bobby's poop.

And Gizmo's poop.

And cat poop.

I'm sure she's got issues there.

Yuck!

Oh... and she doesn't like the beep-beep sound of my camera.

That why she looks at me like this when I forget to turn off that beep-beep:

(Did you get it? Bob and Marley... Bob & Marley...??

Aren't we JUST FUNNY!?? 

Admit it... German's can be funny!)

The youngest member of the gang is

GIZMO.

He's a Chihuahua and we've adopted him in March 2016.

He's smaller than a rabbit but he really is the boss

and he behaves like a Rottweiler.

A dangerous, 2 meter tall Rottweiler with shark's teeth.

He barks at strangers, doesn't like adult visitors and is very protective.

He's the only guard dog we have but he

gets on very well with the kids and the kids' buddies

and forgives them all those tiny "accidents" that occur

when a toddler lives with a dog that is as tiny as a toy cat.

Sorry, Gizmo.

Gizmo and Marley are great buddies!

He protects her and uses her as a cushion 

when the ground is too cold for his aristocratic, pure-bred, bare belly.

Last but not least:

The HENS!

We named them Henny, Henny, Henny, Henny and Henny.

They are rescue hens and used to live on a battery farm.

We originally had 9 hens but despite having the vet visiting to treat them 

and to give them injections a few times,

we've lost 4 of them to a parasite. :-(

But these 5 ladies live happy lifes now.

They had very little feathers and looked desperate when they moved in

but now they have fluffy bums and are really noisy chatty.

And they lay delicious, lucky eggs.

These are the animals that live with us at the moment.

Klara would love to have some guinea pigs

and I'd like to have two cats.

But looking after eight animals

and two children is enough for now.

I think.

But... We LOVE grapes!!!

Klara invited a friend to play.

A lovely girl, I have to add.

And the two are really enjoying each other's company.

I gave them biscuits, drinks and a bowl of grapes.

And they play and run around and chat.

The little boy had just had his nap and is happy.

He sits in the sand pit. Diggin' away.

 

I took out my laptop to work on the holiday photos again.

While the little people don't seem to need my attention.

 

And I found the bowl of grapes on the garden table.

Not even been TOUCHED.

The girls totally ignored the now not very cold and crisp any more

 but rather warm and sticky little things.

As they have been left outside

in the sun

for about 3 hours.

Yes, I had GREAT plans to eat them myself now.

Because I don't want to dump them.

 

And here I sit.

With my laptop.

THINKING I would have a few minutes

to just do some mammy stuff.

Uninterrupted.

But the kids realised that I have THEIR grapes now.

And NOW they want them.

And they come up to me every 20 seconds.

To grab a grape out of the bowl.

And to tell me very important things.

Like

"I like your house!"

(I don't.)

"Look mammy, E. is wearing my bikini!"

(I  bloody saw that.)

"The dog wags his tail!"

(NO WAY!!!)

"My mammy has a laptop, too."

(Do you let her use it at home, though?)

"What does daddy do with the lawn mower, mammy?"

(He'll take the petrol out of it to burn the lawns.

WHAT DO YOU THINK HE COULD BE DOING WITH THE FLIPPIN' LAWN MOWER!??")

"Look at Alfie! He SITS!"

(Oh.)

"Look at the dog! She EATS!"

(Clever pet.)

"Gurglebrlbrlbrlmaamaaaa!"

(Go back into your sand pit, little rascal!)

"We're HUNGRY!!!"

(Well.... you are eating MY grapes! For Christ's sake!!!)

 

Me gives up.

They can have them.

Little monkeys.

 

And I'll bring the laptop back inside.

Before I'm going to loose my sanity.

 

 

There's a bottle of fermented grapes waiting for me in the fridge.

I'll have them tonight.

When the little people sleep.

 

THE END.

 

 

 

 

 



Get out!

There are days, when I suffer from bad cabin fever.

For no special reason I feel like I need to move.

To get out of here.

And if I'm lucky, the weather isn't bad and I can take the family for a walk.

 

 

So we did one day last week.

The girl moaned while she put on her coat, the husband took the dogs, Alfie hopped onto my back, we all stuck our feet into not so fashionable outdoor footwear and off we went across the fields around the house.

 

 

And it was just perfect:

 

 

 

 

 

When we got home, the urge feeling of "getting shit done" had passed.

 

Everyone was happy.

 

LENA