Pfoten; my guest dog

Because I seem to have a lot of time, what I also do, I am a Dog sitter once in a while. My guest dog is Pfoten, a female Beagle dog born 3 years ago in Canada between Ottawa and Montreal on a little farm. She is raised in Dresden at the Pfotenhauer Strasse in Blazewitz. That's why her name is Pfoten which in fact means paws. Instead of hanging out alone in her own house, when her parents are at work, she comes over in the morning to hang out with me in our house. That's perfect because then I don't have to hang out alone either, when my wife is at work.
Normally we hang out until around 12 o'clock and then go for a walk. Normally Pfoten decides where to go, because her nose seems to drag her in one direction, to where all the other dogs are living and I just follow her around and wait patiently while she's sniffing everything on the way. I think that reasonable, cos she also has to wait here at home for me writing hour after hour on this blog. Often we also go to the beach and walk along there to Sai Kung. She really likes the water and maybe it reminds her of her life in Dresden, where she used to walk along the river Elbe. At the beach it some times happens that she catch a little Crab fish and -EATS- it. But Normally she just runs around chasing the waves coming in and scampers after the bigger Crabs until she gets scared and jumps when they stop and show her their scissors. After a while she use to lay down in the water to cool down her tummy.Two days ago we managed to get all the way to Sai Kung and back to Tai Wan. About 2 hours we were on our way that day, so Pfoten was very tired when we finally arrived back in Tai Wan village again, and just as we came back, Yvonne -her human mum- came to take her back home to Tcham chuck Wan by taxi.
After a couple of hours I received an e-mail from Yvonne saying: I do love the photos of Pfoten too. Speaking of Pfoten, she has been sleeping soundly ever since she dragged herself up our stairs - it seemed to be a bit of an effort. Well no actually, first she went to her dish and ate her lunch, then she walked a few steps into the living room and flopped down on the floor with her substantial tummy-side facing the air conditioner. When she was cooled off enough (I am assuming) she went and curled up in her basket and has been there ever since. She is dreaming happy dreams, of that I am sure! Thank you for giving her such interesting adventures, Jorg. I think that they are so good for her brain development as well as her emotional well-being. Maybe you are the real Professor Paws! Ummm.

I hear Pfoten snoring...the first sound of life from her all afternoon!

Have a good afternoon and evening.

Yvonne