Who is Silvester?

All day today there has been loud bangs outside.

Later and later in the afternoon they started to get more frequent. And sooo loud!

By night time is was non-stop. I am so scared.

Ma and Pa keep telling me it is all okay.

Papa says "Get to the bunker Barney, the Russians are coming". He seems to think this is funny. Mama doesn't. I don't know what it means but its probably culturally insensitive.

Mama says its just fireworks for Silvester - New Years Eve celebrations. All I know is this scares me so much.

I'm just going to hide it out until it stops.

Going for a 'hold'

Ma and Pa took me out for a walkie today.

The weather was nice but they put my new furry jacket on. They took the hood off though.

We went back to that market they took me to last week. It was sooo much busier today, 'spose coz the weather is nicer.

I was enjoying it to start with.

But then the crowd became too much for me and I was getting stepped on.

I asked Papa to pick me up out of the way of the feet.

And then asked him to take me around the stalls. I thought about these jackets, but they weren't in my size.

We had a look at some of the other crap, but neither they or I found anything we were interested in.

I asked Papa to put me down to talk to a new friend. But his owner was too busy to let us play.

We stood back from the crowd for a bit and admired the markets and the park. Quite a nice family atmosphere, filled mostly with locals.

As we left the weather went bad and it started to rain. We soon found out that my new spiffy jacket is not waterproof. Ma and Pa must have gone cheap again. Also without my hood my head was getting wet. My fur was picking up crap from the ground. I was getting dirty again and man I was getting so grumpy.

We kept walking but I was getting wetter and dirtier as we went. 'PICK ME UP' losers, otherwise you will have to wash me again.

Daddy picked me up and we continued the walk.

They kept on their own walk, looking for an open supermarket. Apparently they were all shut, as they found out from checking out a few. Geez don't these guys know anything. Papa held me the whole way which I think was equally uncomfortable for both of us. More of a 'holdies' than a 'walkies'. What a waste of time for me.

At home I just went to sleep. Wake me up when the rain stops.

bleh

Well well well, how much did Ma and Pa spend on this new chew bone toy they gave me at 'Christmas'. Can't have been much because it was shitty shitty shit.  Whenever I chewed on it, little pieces would fall off. I thought I was supposed to eat these things. Why wouldn't you.

Soooooooooo, anyway, after a restless night I woke up with a sore tummy. Ma and Pa kept asking what was wrong but I could only give them the 'sick eyes' look. They 'monitored' me for a bit and then I went to the comfy rug and started retching.

Mama screamed and Papa shoved me off the rug. Whoa!

I couldn't hold it in anymore and spewed on the floor. It was rank yellow crap...eeeeeew. Dad took me to the bathroom and I chucked in there again too. Oh I felt so much better after that was all out.

I was still feeling a bit poorly so I told them they could go out without me today. They said 'Okay, but you can't have that bone anymore'. No protests from me on that one. Get that 'spew' toy away from me.

They went out, I had a good sleep.

When they came back they had a new present for me - a new winter warm brown hoodie!

I look so fashionable in it. It's brown colour goes with my sexy sable tones.

Check it out:

And how about with me leg out?

Watch out bitches.

I don't care man

Papa was trying to tell me where they were going to go today. He sat with me to work out the route on the U-Barney. Then he said I wasn't coming.

If I ain't going I ain't helping.

Bugger off. I'll go back to bed.

wet walkies

They got me ready for a walk today. They put my hoodie on but not my rain jacket. Papa said he put it in his backpack just in case.

We ended up walking for ages along the one street. Not much happening here.

Before I knew it, somehow I had made a mess of my front and undercarriage. I'm not sure how that happened but sheez I was a mess.

We got to some cross streets and Mama made Papa put us all on a tram to go home. Didn't take long on the tram. I had fun, the first time for me and a heap easier than walking down that boring wet street.

At home I wasn't allowed much further than the front door before I was pushed into the bathroom. They threw me in the shower clothes and all. They shut the shower doors and let me there for a while. What's this all about?

When they came back it was action stations. I got stripped down and shampoo'ed, rinsed, dried and blowaved.

It was good to get that junk out of my fur and to be nice and clean again. This was also my first wash since my epic plane journey so I was also glad to get that travel stench off me. I was pretty happy after my wash and went crazy around the house. Papa kept getting nervous when I was running all over the bedspread. Don't know why.

Later in the night they kept going on about 'Christmas'. I don't know what that is, but I scored a new toy out of it. Woo hoo!

Later suckers.

dirty looks in the bad books

It wasn't me.

Well maybe it was.

But it's not my fault.

They were watching TV so I went to play in the bedroom. I started off licking the bedspread but got carried away. I'm not admitting guilt, but there are now some holes where I was licking.

So...the parents aren't too happy with me. 'Fucking hell Barney' they kept saying, 'This isn't our shit for you to eat'.

Whose 'shit' is it if it isn't ours?

Anyway, they then exiled me, looking at the tags on the bedspread and then saying to each other 'phew at least its IKEA, should be cheap to replace'. 

Then they went to their computer to check the price for a replacement and started swearing again 'Shit, this bloody bedspread costs 49 Euros and it's not like IKEA is super close to us - Faaaaaark'.

I think I am in trouble. I pulled my cute routine to get back into the good books.

It's not working.

It's their problem now anyway.

ooooooh, so this is snow

So they get me dressed up more than usual today. My hoodie and THEN a rain jacket on top of that. A bit excessive I thought.

When we get outside the ground is totally white. WTF I thought.

I wasn't really sure what this was and started licking the ground. Tastes like water but its heaps colder. My tongue almost got stuck to the ground.

 Then out of the sky more of the white stuff is coming down. It was bouncing off my rain jacket...good call parents!

'Snow Barney, This is SNOW!' they moronically said to me again like yesterday. Oh I get it now...so this is snow. Cool!

A little further down the street Papa says "Watch out for the yellow snow Barney". Man he's an idiot, its dog pee, not snow (or does he already know that? I'm never sure with him).

Where I wasn't covered by the jacket, like my face, the snow got stuck to my fur. It is a weird feeling, but as usual I pull off the look and look even cuter. One at a time ladies, one at a time.

We finished my day out with a walk around some park and then back home.

Snow is ok with me, though I was happy to warm up back at home.