Things have happened in my life, little things. As I have said before I have been playing a lot Neopets lately and talking about pets. I have gotten myself a new little friend, he sleeps with me in my bed at night, above my pillow. He makes small little beeping sounds and he bites with sharp little teeth that doesn't really hurt.
My parents finally decided to get a dog again. We used to have a dog names Lasse. I named him that because of a rhyme that I knew... I cant remember it now, it went something like; -Lasse Lasse Little Lasse, the world is bigger than you know... (it sounds better in Norwegian). Lasse was a Bichon Frise dog, a white little fluffy terrier looking dog. I was fourteen when I first saw him. He sat in my lap in the car and made his little beepy sounds. It must be awful to be taken away from the fluffy warm dog nest only to lose it and gain something completely new. Lasse was a strict but nice dog. We thought he was something very special, it was no dog like him. We felt so probably because he came to be a family member.
I remember he ate my dad's tie and belt when he was just a tiny puppy. We didn't have much experience with dogs then and maybe we didn't always do what would be right for him. He never learned to not pee on the carpet, he followed his own dog heart and he went on our nerves. But he was the rubin of our family... My dad never really wanted a dog, but when Lasse came into our existence, it was my dad he would take his daily neighbourhood walks with. My dad was seriously offended one time when a neighbour asked him if he was out sweeping the streets with the washing cloth, refereeing to Lasse. I dont think my dad have spoken to this person again. Lasse would go to my mum for food and get his chocolate from me. I guess he was a little spoiled.
Whenever someone came to our house he would run around the tables and jump up into the couch, jump onto the person and then around the tables and into the couch again and so on. He seemed to pick certain people that came to our house as favorites. He learned to recognize their names. Most of his favorites seemed to be women. Maybe they were because they would pet and sweet talk to him more. Often he smelled of womens perfume. He was an hard-working little heartbreaker. He easily liked everyone, except for those that didn't seem to like him. Of course there were these strict job male friends of my dad, that didn't care to give him their hand to let him smell them. He didn't seem to like those, it wasn't that they made him scared, but he wasn't so eager to say hello. It seemed to be an overwhelmingly happy surprise for him those times, when one of these strict looking men showed themselves not to be so strict around little dogs like himselfs.
Whenever someone left the house, he would sit in the hall and howl like a wolf. Of course he didn't exactly sound like a wolf, he more sounded like a small dog that wanted to sound like a wolf. He would sit there with his neck bended up and his wolf howls would become sadder and more intense as he went on. Because of this he could never really be completely alone at home of course.
I remember he used to get his favorite cracker every morning from my mum, he would run down to my room and sit with his cracker by my bed until I got up. When I did get up he would get excited and seem to think I was going to take his cracker, so he always hurried getting it down into his dog belly.
He got sick some years ago and I remember hearing his little dog feet in the hall for the last time. I am happy that I didn't know I would never see him again, that I didn't know he wouldn't come back from the doctors visit. I hope he didn't know it either.
I think about Lasse now and then a lot. Even more now, that we have gotten a new dog. He is a small mini light brown poodle. I named him Skybert (it sounds a little different in Norwegian and I would spell it with the connected a and e letter that they dont use in the english language), but my parents thought it was too long, so we call him Bert.
Bert seems to have all the good personality characteristics that Lasse had. He isn't so strict as Lasse was though. Lasse could never sit still for a very long time, while Bert likes to sit on the lap.
Of course I miss my first dog; Lasse even more these days, but it's still nice to remember him trough the light brown little wisp.
I will post up a picture of Lasse and one of Bert later on sometime.
