| or: how I turned into a country dog
When the sun gets stronger and the days get warmer and longer, it's time to take to the summerhouse. For the humans that means: no phone network, time to read, relax. For me it means that I get to play outside the whole day, sniff as much as I want, chase birds and go on adventures.
👆that's me, sniffing at the beach
Barking at cows. I was so hysteric, 👩 had to carry me away 😳 Five minutes later I had to throw up on the street because I had secretly eaten cow poop.
No trips with the humans without photosessions. I am getting better at this posing thing. Sometimes I automatically sit down at nice spots, wait until 👩 is finished looking for the right settings and think of my chicken sandwich treat.
And sometimes I just like to photobomb.
👩 wanted to take a picture of the cloud. I wanted to roll in stinky algae.
I hope you appreciate what you see: a minischnauzer in water. Voluntarily! (Only to the shoulders though)
Yes, that's me, climbing a tree. I'll do anything for food.
Also fight 👨 to get that nice deer bone back I found in the woods.
No worries, we didn't fight for long. Summerhouse weekends also mean snuggles nonstop. In Danish, we call that "hygge".
I like this country dog thing.