As a small self-employed person, I don't often take vacations, but now it was finally time, and I decided to take a few weeks to the USA.
But what about my little curly-topped friend? A dog with separation anxiety is not the easiest thing to get rid of, but luckily my sweet parents were able to look after him. Even in safe, familiar surroundings, it was still a tough ride for the little security junkie. It must be the way it always is.
Bassen tells how hard it was here:
My name is Basse, and I have just been exposed to the WORST thing, and I want to tell you about it.
My mom works from home, so I'm used to having to take care of a lot of things to keep the house running and her busy. I make sure she wakes up in the morning by wading around her head and smacking her in the ear until she gets out of bed.
And throughout the day I make sure she gets to move by insisting on being let in and out of the door to go out into the garden at least 10 times an hour. My motto is: Let me in so I can get out!
When she needs to go outside and get some air, I discreetly sit next to her and fart quietly. That way we can get some fresh air. And if she stays in front of the computer for too long in the evening, I start playtime and throw all my toys into her lap so she remembers that it's time to get off work and play. Well, I have a lot of homework, so I could really use a vacation.
But anyway… it was too sneaky anyway. We're out on a completely normal day visiting my grandma and grandpa, and suddenly my mom puts on her coat and shoes – and leaves without me! Just like that! Without asking my permission.
From that moment on, I had to stick myself to my grandmother with invisible glue, and when she decided to go shopping, I made myself so super thin and small that I could slip out of the tiny hole in the garden gate and rush after her.
When they were so stingy as to put something up in front, I sat down and howled like a wolf in the garden, so that my grandfather had to sit and cover his ears. That way they can learn! And at Grandma and Grandpa's house you're not allowed to sleep in bed, you're not allowed to lie on the sofa, and you're not allowed to get treats at the table. It was completely unreasonable.
I was close to writing to the animal control office.
When I was finally driven home to my mother, I had also decided to be offended, but then I was so happy that my tail was about to fall off. Also because I got a souvenir that makes the most beautiful squeaking sound.
Practical for waking up in the morning.
But she just shouldn't find that suitcase thing again. Not even if she says she missed me more than I missed her.
Behind the scenes of this week's blogger
Heidi Christiansen is a happy dog owner of the mini poodle Basse, who is primarily a fun and companion dog.
She works as a translator and therefore has plenty of time with her beautiful, energetic bundle of energy.
A vacation report
As a small self-employed person, I don't often take vacations, but now it was finally time, and I decided to take a few weeks to the USA.
But what about my little curly-topped friend? A dog with separation anxiety is not the easiest thing to get rid of, but luckily my sweet parents were able to look after him. Even in safe, familiar surroundings, it was still a tough ride for the little security junkie. It must be the way it always is.
Bassen tells how hard it was here:
My name is Basse, and I have just been exposed to the WORST thing, and I want to tell you about it.
My mom works from home, so I'm used to having to take care of a lot of things to keep the house running and her busy. I make sure she wakes up in the morning by wading around her head and smacking her in the ear until she gets out of bed.
And throughout the day I make sure she gets to move by insisting on being let in and out of the door to go out into the garden at least 10 times an hour. My motto is: Let me in so I can get out!
When she needs to go outside and get some air, I discreetly sit next to her and fart quietly. That way we can get some fresh air. And if she stays in front of the computer for too long in the evening, I start playtime and throw all my toys into her lap so she remembers that it's time to get off work and play. Well, I have a lot of homework, so I could really use a vacation.
But anyway… it was too sneaky anyway. We're out on a completely normal day visiting my grandma and grandpa, and suddenly my mom puts on her coat and shoes – and leaves without me! Just like that! Without asking my permission.
From that moment on, I had to stick myself to my grandmother with invisible glue, and when she decided to go shopping, I made myself so super thin and small that I could slip out of the tiny hole in the garden gate and rush after her.
When they were so stingy as to put something up in front, I sat down and howled like a wolf in the garden, so that my grandfather had to sit and cover his ears. That way they can learn! And at Grandma and Grandpa's house you're not allowed to sleep in bed, you're not allowed to lie on the sofa, and you're not allowed to get treats at the table. It was completely unreasonable.
I was close to writing to the animal control office.
When I was finally driven home to my mother, I had also decided to be offended, but then I was so happy that my tail was about to fall off. Also because I got a souvenir that makes the most beautiful squeaking sound.
Practical for waking up in the morning.
But she just shouldn't find that suitcase thing again. Not even if she says she missed me more than I missed her.
Behind the scenes of this week's blogger
Heidi Christiansen is a happy dog owner of the mini poodle Basse, who is primarily a fun and companion dog.
She works as a translator and therefore has plenty of time with her beautiful, energetic bundle of energy.