Min nye lillesøster / My new little sister

Hej igen.
Så er min mors lange pause forbi.... tror jeg.
Vi kaster os over tastaturet med fornyet energi og en masse nyheder.
Allerførst, blev jeg få dage efter at Vaks var gået bort, storesøster igen. Jeg var rigtig ked af det da Vaks ikke var der mere og det var min mor og far også.

Mor og far talte om, at vi blev nødt til at få en anden hund, både for deres og min skyld. De kiggede først hos Dyreværnet hvor vi også havde fået Vaks fra. De ville gerne have en lille hund igen ligesom Vaks, men på det tidspunkt var der kun store hunde der manglede en familie.
Nu er det ikke fordi de ikke gerne ville have en stor hund, men min mor kan ikke gå med to store stærke hunde på en gang og I husker nok at min fars knæ og ben ikke er så godt, så han kan heller ikke gå med store stærke hunde.

Så kiggede de i avisen. Og tænk, der var en familie, som pludselig havde fået noget allergi og derfor ikke længere kunne tåle deres lille hund. Den var 11 måneder på det tidspunkt og min mor skrev lidt sammen med familien og det viste sig at de boede rimeligt tæt på os så vi blev inviteret over for at møde lille Dudi, som hunden blev kaldt. Hun hed faktisk Daisy Duke og mor, gætter på at det må være på grund af håret ha ha.

I kan se det længere nede.

Hello again.
Now my mom's long break is over .... I think.
We throw ourselves over the keyboard with renewed energy and a lot of news.
First of all, a few days after Vaks had left us, I became big sister again. I was really sad when Vaks was'nt there anymore and so was my mom and dad.

Mom and dad talked about that we had to get another dog, both for their sake and for my sake. They first looked at the animal shelter where we also got Vaks from. They would like to have a little dog again like Vaks, but at that time there were only big dogs who missed a new family. It's not because they don't want a big dog, but my mom can't walk two big dogs at one time and I think you remember that my dad's knee and leg is a little bad so he isn't able to walk two big dogs either.

Then they looked in the newspaper. And what do you know, there was a family who had had some allergy and therefore they could'nt tolerate their little dog. The dog was 11 months at that time and my mom wrote together with the family and it turned out they lived fairly close to us, so we were invited over to meet little Dudi as the dog was called. Her name was actually Daisy Duke and mom, guessed it must be because of the hair (fur) ha ha.

Take a look her:

Daisy Duke også kaldet Dudi.
Daisy Duke aka Dudi.

Mor synes at denne Daisy Duke ligner, til forveksling.
Mom think this Daisy Duke look a lot like me.

Og sådan gik det til at vi fik Dudi.
Alt dette skete i maj måned så der er sket meget siden. Mere om det næste gang.

And this is how we got Dudi.
All this happend in May, so a lot has happend since. More next time.