Meeting THE CATS

So, I visited my grandparents last weekend.
And they have this giant red cat that ignores me every time I am visiting (I just tried to play tag with him once). But NOW there are three new babies: Willie, Hermann and Otto. Especially the first one on this picture is Willie. And I kind of like him. He's a doggy cat. AND he is not afraid of me!

The only problem is that Willie is far better in jumping up and down those sofas.

We are both not allowed to stay in the kitchen. We are not allowed to drink alcohol.
We don't care ;-)

Catching the bone

I don't know how everybody always figures when I will attack. I mean, the bone does not run, but my parents start laughing always shortly before I attack. I wonder how they know???
But see for yourself:

Dog School

Did I tell you that I am going to dog school every week? Well, at least I used to go every week. Now the frequency will probably get somehow smaller, as the weather is starting to look really ugly. And 1) Daddy doesn't like to bike through the rain, and 2) I don't like to sit or lie down where it is wet. My fur gets totally fuzzy then.

Anyway, this day it did nor rain and I behaved very well (as almost always). Here I am staying at Daddy's side, while other dogs are walking by. But I did not once move. I know how to gain my goodies ;-)And now I am the bypassing dog. But as expected I am only concentrated on what is in Daddy's hand. Nice smelly bits and pieces.
My favourite: "Bleib" (stay). Then he puts down the leash and I am not supposed to move. Usually I don't. Because then I will get even more food.
And no, I am not easily corrupted. It's just that I love eating.