Smilla & Nitis

More and less silly pictures of me and my baby boy.

Trees, birds, dad and the dog

Last week we went to check on the baby trees we planted in the beginning of summer. The good rows looked like this:



But unfortunately quite a few also looked like this:


That means less trees for my dad's grandchildren to cut down in 70 years.







Autumn crane gathering before heading south:

Ping pong dog

Look at my poor baby...




Last night after his nap Nitis' right eye was suddenly swollen. It doesn't look half as bad in the pictures as it really did. I am SO not good at dealing with these things, I get so worried, feel nauseous, start shivering, just want to cry. It didn't help when a few hours later his left eye started swelling too! I think I need to marry a vet!

Unfortunately it was nigth time in the middle of nowhere and there was no vet in sight, neither to wed nor help the dog out. We decided to sleep on it, but I can't say I got much sleep. Although I was no longer awake when my little dog woke me at 4 am to go pee. First thing after forcing my eyes open I looked into the eyes of my baby and they no longer looked liked ping pong balls!

Still don't know what caused it, an allergic reaction of some sort. I was just so relieved he was fine again... which lasted not half a day before he managed to get a plastic bowl on his head with the result that he could not use his right front leg (I have no idea either) for half an hour. Dog crying and screaming, Smilla with a heart attack... maybe I should have bought a goldfish instead.

Bargainbingo

There are many great ways of entertainment in the wild North unknown to the rest of the world; car bingo, walking bingo, cow bingo, radio bingo, bingolotto, searching for moose antlers in the woods... And then we have auctions!

If it's summer and someone died there will be an auction. A bunch of shabby-looking, mainly middle aged to near-death, drive through half the province bringing their foldable chairs and backpacks full of coffee and thin Swedish bread to sit in front of a house full of the life collection of worthless crap of some poor fellow that has just passed away and listen to some local well known person trying to be witty while calling out item after item for hours and hours. As you can tell it's a whole lot of fun! :) It's one of my mom's big interests so me and Nitis decided to hop in the car and tag along.











Nitis behaved perfectly, playing with other dogs as well as children and just taking it easy watching the people and the things. I returned home without opening my wallet while my mom got a great deal on some old dolls, a cake tray and a bunch of cables. :)

This week...

... we kill the football!!

I have been getting complaints for not updating lately. Well, there's not much else in my life right now than this cute white furry little thing so you're going to have to put up with lots of pictures of him. I'm at my dad's house in the Swedish wilderness again since two weeks and will be here for quite a while. I gave up on Germany after some 5-6 years and returned to the place I never thought I could live again. My wonderful former boyfriend drove me and as much stuff as can fit into a blue car with four wheels to Denmark where I met up with my dad, packed his blue car full of my stuff and headed North. On the 1000+ km drive we stopped and picked up the cute white fluffy fury creature that I don't know how I could have ever been without.


Taking mom's dog for a walk.


My uncle gave Nitis a baby moose antler with the hope he'll turn into a moose hunting dog. Not in my life time. :)


Down by the river...


How adorable can one wet-bellied little creature be?!