Tuesday 15 December 2009

Running is me thing!


Breizh and I love to run! We love it so much that mama and papa can't keep up with us. Sometimes maa & paa think that I'm running away from them as I sometimes disappear into da forest. But that would be a silly thing to do as where would I get my food from?!

Anyway, so that they can keep an eye on us, maa & paa take us running at the greyhound racing track where we run after the "wabbit". Now I've chased plenty of wabbits in my time and I know this isn't a real one, but it makes a funny whizzing noise that drives me crazy so I like to chase it anyway. Mama had a hard time finding us large enough muzzles for when we race, so that we can keep our mouths open and get enough fresh air. That is very important! Breizh got his muzzle from his mama Marie in France and mine is just a plain Finnish one. Somebody might wonder why we need to wear muzzles. That is because we love to kill the "wabbit" so much when we finally catch it and as we are so strong (don't tell Breizh that I said he's strong otherwise it will go straight to his head!) that we can break the whole thing! And that would be very expensive to replace it. Breizh's and my weekly allowance would not cover that and we would rather buy nom noms with the money anyway!

As we normally run in the hot summer and maa & paa refuse to shave our hot hairy coats off (I keep telling mama that I want a Mohawk), it is very important that we get some water with electrolytes in it (to give us back our energy) after running and then walk around a bit before going home.



Breizh is practising with the home made wabbit


Friday 11 December 2009

Being nosey


In my introduction the other day I mentioned that I am a bit nosey. This reminded me of the time when I got my nose stuck in the ground. Well it wasn't really stuck, I was just having fun digging and seeing if I could reach New Zealand as I heard that there's lots of sheep there that I could chase. I should mention that it was dark when I started my tunnel-digging project and my mama didn't really see what a mess I had gotten myself into until we got back home. When we reached home my mama had a funny look on her face. I think she was laughing probably because she thought that I had turned into a mole. But no, it was still me, the wonderful amazing Comete. Here's a picture of me doing my mole impression.






I also remember another time when I was being nosey. My mama is a bit forgetful at times (luckily for me!) and she sometimes leaves her food out so that I can have it - at least that's how I see it! There was this one time when she had whipped some white stuff that Breizh and I love so much and then left it out for us on the table. I naturally noticed this, being the nosey curious amazing thing that I am and of course started to eat it. I had just finished most of it when my bro Breizh came and asked if he could have some. Naturally, being a lovely lady I let him lick the bowl while I went and rested my now full belly on the sofa. This was perfect timing as my mama came back into the kitchen and found Breizh sitting there whistling along as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, even though he had his best 'Move along please - nothing to see here' expression on his face, his nose let him down (as you can see from this picture). The moral of the story is, if you're gonna be nosey, don't get the evidence on your nose-y   :D

Thursday 10 December 2009

My friends


Even if I love to talk about myself (which I do), I guess it is about time to also introduce my great friends! Breizh is my flatmate and most important my companion in crime (otherwise I might not want him around ;). He is also from France, but from a different place than I am, which isn't difficult seeing as France is the biggest country in the world (Comete is always right!). He is a  bit older than I am and my Papa says he is wiser. But we all know that it is the female who is wiser. Breizh is a true engineer and a problem solver. His mama got him training as an engineer when only a few months old by giving him wires to sort out. Breizh says that he was diffusing bombs, but I think he's having me on. Anyway, as a problem solver he knows how to open doors, cupboards, jars and other stuff and being as smart as he is, he also knows how to close them too, of course after we have emptied them of anything edible :D. He is also into technical stuff. Once when he broke his toe and was taken to the vet, he was really interested in the x-ray machine and asked if he could use it. But in the end he just had to lie there and listen to it working.
 
 
  
I also have a boyfriend, well we go out on a regular bases together. His name is Juju. He was born in Finland but has great French origins. He is a bit funny. We get along very well as he is not so keen on food, so he always leaves his bones and food for me. I just love that! But like most males he can be a little too interested in just one thing so I have to put him in line sometimes. Still, it's nice to have a toy boy :)

 


 
My sister Via is also from France. She is a bit special and very protective of her family. Her mission in life is to keep our island safe from visitors. Her hobbies include killing snakes and mice, egg robbery and barking at waves and boats and occasionally at helicopters. We get a long but sometimes we have some opinion differences, especially if it's over my papa's affection.
 
 Last but not least is my Papa. He is British, which caused me a lot of trouble at first (being French myself). I had a hard time accepting him as a pack member. Actually, to tell you the truth, I did everything in my power to scare him away. I still don't know why I did not succeed! I used show my teggies (teeth) to him (he thought it was aggressive, but I was just smiling), spit in his face, wake him up in the middle of the night for an 'urgent' pee, disobey him, jump up at him, steel his food, sleep in his space in the bed etc. Nowadays we get along just fine as I figured out he is quite good on giving tummy tickles and making nom nom food! (although I still like to jump up at him just to remind him that I'm around).

I will tell you about our other animals the next time, now I have to go! 
Kisses: Comete

Introduction


My name is Comete. I was born in France, but decided to move to Finland when I was 8-weeks old. I came by airplane, via Brussels before I continued on my trip to Helsinki. I got a card from my journey that told my mommy that I had received a drink in Brussels, so that she didn't worry that I had gone thirsty.

I am a curious little dog, some would even call me nosey (I quite often get all sorts of things stuck to my nose like mud, sugar, honey, cream...). I have a passion for food (being French et al), working, and of course fashion as I am, after all, a true French lady. Well let me rephrase that, as my brother Breizh just barked that I am not at all ladylike, more like one of the lads. I think that it's more that I like being the centre of attention and first in line for everything! Well whatever I am, I am who I am and very proud of it.

So welcome to my blog! I hope u enjoy your stay and please leave a paw mark!

-Comete (the dog that shines so bright)