More Christmas Presents!

So it has been Christmas time again.

On Christmas eve we hosted a little soiree at ours. The night was good and I thought it was almost over when I got told 'Barney come over here!'

It was a Christmas prezzie for me! ...some food treat things. Aww thanks!

It was really late and I passed out on the couch. They kept going.

The next day, Christmas Day, Mama and Papa said 'Now we have a couple more presents for you!'

I really wasn't expecting more and was quite surprised.

The first thing was a ball. I couldn't work it out at first.

Then I realised that they put food in there and then I am supposed to get it out. Sounds frustrating but I'll give it a try.

The other thing was a chew toy.

I started playing with the ball thing but it was really pissing me off. It's too big to hold and I can't stop it rolling around. I looked at them 'Are you fucking serious? I am supposed to get food out of that stupid little hole in that big ball? GEEZ!'

The next day I played with my new toys. As usual I broke the chew toy almost straight away. Those things shouldn't be called chew toys if I can chew and break them!

I also had another go at the treat ball thing. This thing gets me so annoyed. It fucking rolls all over the house and the food inside doesn't come out easily. I run around after it like some kind of idiot and barely get any reward. I'm starting to fucking hate it, but I do want to get those treats out and refuse to let it go until they are all mine!!!

It's very tiring work though and I need a break now and then.

Spandau Christmas Markets 2013

Last year when Mama and Papa went to the Christmas Markets, they wouldn't stop going on about how good the Spandau ones were. 'You should have seen it', they kept saying.

Well maybe if they fucking took me I'd see it!

So I said, 'You better take me this year'

And they did!

So we caught the train to Alexanderplatz, met up with my friends there and then continued to Spandau.

Mama and Papa weren't wrong, this Christmas Market is really nice. I've been to Spandau a few times before and I love the old town. At Christmas time almost all the streets of the old town are lined with Christmas stalls. It was so good.

They even have some games and rides.

A common thing at Christmas Markets is Glühwein, which is pretty much hot wine. We had met up with some local Germans and they recommended we drink some Feuerzangenbowle, which is similar to Glühwein, except that it has rum soaked sugar burnt into it. They make the stuff in front of your and its very interesting. It tastes a lot better than Glühwein.

We liked this shit so we went back twice!

Spandau is so nice that even the streets that don't have Christmas stalls in them still are decorated so nicely.

The main streets were pretty busy, so I needed to be lifted up so I didn't get stepped on.

And of course as soon as I'm up at human face height, everyone wants a photo.

It was a lot of fun.

We said goodbye to our German friends and hopped back on the train home.

I had fun!

One Year In Berlin Anniversary

Can you believe it, the 18th of December marked Mama and Papa's one year anniversary of living in Berlin.
My one year is coming up on the 20th. Why is mine different from theirs you ask? Well that's because of the super fucking long different flight I took, which I wrote about last year in my post Apparently I've moved to Berlin.

So with it being their one year milestone they said they were going to celebrate it with Tom and Danika - as we've all almost been here the same amount of time now.

I thought, fucking great, bet I don't get to come.

I said, 'If I'm not coming, what are we doing for my anniversary on Friday?'

They said that they weren't celebrating my anniversary, but that we would all celebrate tonight together.

'Oh yea' I said? And where are we going?

'We are going to our favourite steakhouse, the one where you are allowed to come' Papa said.

But then I thought, they don't have month cards for the trains any more and I didn't want to walk that far in the cold. So I asked 'How the fuck are we getting there then?'

'Don't worry Barney' Papa said 'I've worked something special for you, we are taking the bikes...no walking'.

Sounded exciting to me.

But guess what it was?

He put me in a fucking bag. Yep. A bag.

And even more embarrassing, he didn't trust me not to jump out so he zipped it shut and only left a small hole for me to breath out of.

How embarrassing

It wasn't too bad though, eventually I managed to wiggle my head out and I could see what was going on, but it wasn't the best view.

So we made it to the restaurant and I didn't suffocate. To be honest I could get used to getting carried around. Better than that 10 kilometre walk they took me on at the start of the week. Geez I was knackered after that.

At the restaurant we celebrated our one year in Berlin. Apparently I was naughty because I was barking too much - hey it's my special day too. Mama keeps caving in and feeding me under the table. Papa gives me nothing.

On the way back home, Papa said he could make a slight adjustment to give me some more room to see - but he still zipped me in. This new arrangement was much better, I could get my whole head out and my paws too. This was great. I got to say hi to everyone as we went past. The faces on these Germans though - you would think they had never seen a dog in a bag on a bike before.

The ride back home was much nicer for me. I really enjoyed it. What a great way to get chauffeured around. I said to Papa 'I think we should do this more often, I'm done with walking!'

He said 'No Barney, this will be for special occasions only. You are getting fat and old as it is and you need the exercise, so we will stick to the normal walking most of the time'.

Fat and old?! Don't beat around the bush Papa! (he's got a point though).

Christmas Presents!

It's coming up to Christmas, and a couple of weeks ago I got an email from Auntie Tone. She said she was sending me something delicious.

Well, it arrived this week, two big tins of her famous rocky road! Yum. It is enough chocolate to be lethal to me, so I might share it with Mama and Papa.

Maybe.

Wet weather walks

So we are back to this shit again.

Shitty winter wet weather.

Constantly being picked up and checked how dirty I am. How embarrassing.

Back home for the check if I need a wash or not.

And when I'm dirty enough, a full shower.

Geez.