Hello Friends!
Although you haven’t heard much from me lately, I can assure you I’m still here and doing fine amongst the sea of boxes that currently surrounds us. Have you ever had that feeling that somewhere behind the scenes, bigger things are brewing? I keep hearing words like “apartment”, “Berlin,” “stairs”, “on leash all the time” — but I honestly don’t have a clue what is going on.
I’m getting more nervous by the day and yesterday dad actually packed up all my toys into a box. Although they’ve tried to say reassuring things to me, I’m just not convinced. How can I relax when I know that day-by-day our house is looking like we moved into a storage building.
The more I think about it, the more I start to wonder if I’m being “fired.” We’re all familiar with how that goes, especially thanks to The Donald and his TV shows. I’ve even heard some people asking about whether or not I was in for “the boot” since a big dog like myself is often rare in the big city and perhaps not so well suited. But seriously, if I hear more on unfair dismissal in the next few weeks, I am quickly going to be the saddest, most pathetic puppy ever. If you talk to mom on the subject, she’ll inform you about just how nervous they became during the house hunting process because so many people were not interested in having a big dog in the house — regardless of how much of a stellar canine I am.
Mom says not to worry, though, and that I don’t need to start thinking about doggie Prozac anytime soon. I’m part of the family and they would never just get rid of me like that. Unless it would be for my own good. Which honestly, how could it be better for me that my family leaves me behind after 6 years of breaking me it? In the last year, I have been nearly a picture perfect Newfie.
Don’t get me wrong, even at 6 years old I still have my mischievous moments. And I wouldn’t trust myself in a kitchen next to a tray full of steaks either — regardless of how much steakhouse pepper you strew on them. Nor was I able to resist the stale, moldy bread that was thrown into the field where we walk. But I don’t jump on people, I usually don’t try to challenge dogs on the street (although I have some wild moments) and even if I’m going to yak, I rarely do it in the house. Even if it means barking at 2am in the morning so someone can let me outside. Yeah, those are going to be fun mornings in Berlin!
Thankfully, my humans totally rock, though, because we’re going to be moving about 650 meters away from the Tiergarten which is a massive park and green area in the middle of Berlin. It used to be the private hunting grounds of the prince who lived there. Within the park there are a bunch of paths to roam on and even a few little streams and ponds for me to cool off in. This new life has some really enormous potential!
Here’s hoping that all this moving chaos is soon over. I’m ready to meet some new dogs! 😉
Soggy kisses!
