My first day at the beach

OK, please note that SOMETIMES there is good weather in Flensburg. Not really often. But once in a while. And there is a wonderful dog's beach near our house, so that's where I first knew the sea. And I recognize: water is wet.
Ric did his best to make me come into the water. He tried with love, with sweets, with commands.
But he only succeeded in making me REALLY angry. And I barked until I made him come out of the water. Me, Pacco the Powerful.
Though I did not enter into the water, I became a little wet and muddy and full of sand. Ric thought it was funny. Val as well. Of course, she took the photo.
I reckon I don't look tooooo handsome... but at least I made my point. No sea swimming for me.

Transportation

Did I mention that I hate cars? Well, we found a decent compromise (considering that my family does not HAVE a car, that was not sooo difficult). Can you see me? There is a nice little basket in front of Ric's bycicle. And that's where he has to take me everywhere I need to go. Hah!
For example to my school. But that's a post for later.

My friend Oscar

When I arrived at my new apartment, there was yet another dog. First I thought , I had a brother. But Oscar is more of a cousin. He stayed 10 days at my apartment, because his parents were on holiday. He is such a cute BIG cousin. Big poodle - Labrador mix and I have to admit, he is stronger than me.
Ok, and here you see us inspecting MY bed. Or better, Oscar inspecting my bed while I am lying in there. Next step, he tries to convince me that by hugging me we will both be able to sleep in my bed. Already at this step I was not so convinced any more of the idea.
End of the story: Oscar folds together into my bed and I try to look as sad as possible to convince my parents to make him leave my bed! Well... they didn't. So I patiently had to wait until he went back to his home.

Changing family

Hi there. This is me. I mean the fluffy thing without eyes you can see on this picture. My mother is at my side. She is a Shi-Tsu / Jack Russel, while my father (whom I never knew, huuhuuuu) is a Maltesian / Havanesian mix. So I am a real special fluffy thing. And no, there are no guinea pigs in my ancestry as far as I know.
And this was the first picture, Ric and Val saw about me. He was kind of sceptical, she instantly fell in love, so they made the 2 hours ride to Lübeck to take me home. And I didn't even get sick on the way back. Although I must admit that I HATE cars. And here I present my new home to you. You may notice that my new parents made an effort to cut the hair around my eyes, so I could wonder at the world somehow better. I wasn't to happy about the fact that scissors were poking at my eyes, but OK. At least now I see where I am. And this is Ricardo. Don't worry, he also had to poke scissors in his head, I mean he had to shave. Somebody in the familiy didn't like the scratchy hair too much. And it wasn't ME! Anyway, MY hair is not scratch at all. It is soft and fluffy and soooooo smooth. Well, more of me later...