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I'm in love - again. This time it's not my iPod Shuffle (but I still love that). It's a dog. This weekend I went to a dog show. Just like the last time it was cloudy and at some point during the day it rained, but this time I also got to see the dog breed I'd been wanting to see in real life since I was a child. The Bolognese.

We caught sight of a little white dog and I had a feeling I'd come to the right people. Just in case, I asked and I was right. I had met my first Bolognese. It was a nine-month-old male puppy - Carl Larsson. He was adorable, and what was more, he seemed to return my feelings. The girl who was holding him pushed him into my arms saying it was a good idea for him to learn to accept being touched by other people. And there I was, in love again. He kissed me and showed me in every way that he liked me a lot, as only very young creatures can. This doesn't mean I love lhasa apsos any less, that wouldn't be possible. I just have another love in my life.

It will be in the countryside and something like an Earthship (but adapted to Sweden and our conditions here). No neighbors, just me and my family and, hopefully, friends.

Fluently: Swedish, English. Somewhat: French, Spanish, Italian, German. I understand a bit of Norwegian, Danish and Portuguese too.

It would be easier to list what hasn't been annoying. ;/

I think I have a stalker.:) My sister and I were walking back from the store. We'd bought a few things, among others, cat food, and it seems this little cutie knew that from a distance. She (I think it was a she, though she was quite big, but definitely young), saw us, ran through a hole in the fence, and came to say hello. Once the ice was broken, she sniffed the shopping bag, and began to tag along. We were quite concerned that something would happen to her. She crossed streets and just followed us. Two other people walked by and wanted to say hello, but she only had eyes for us. Me really. When she noticed that we had noticed, she began to get coy. She wasn't following us. No way. She was just checking things out. Removing a thorn that had become stuck in her paw. Climbing a tree. Finally, when we got to the cemetary, she really stopped and turned back. It was a relief. We didn't want her to get hurt. But I have a feeling that she'll come and say hello again, the next time we pass by.

Today when we went to the store to do some shopping - it's a holiday today, so among other things we had to get something nice for this evening - we saw a cute field spaniel puppy. He was brown and playful and had this really endearing way of looking at you. Of course, just like all spaniels he was wagging his tail. Unfortunately, his owner was extremely strict with him. She couldn't seem to tolerate any expression of joy. Why get such a sweet breed, if you intend to crush his zest for life? It made me sad. Poor puppy, all he wanted was to have some fun.

Maybe a week, depending on the season. Not in the winter, obviously.