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.
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).
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