I arrived home Friday evening and tried to open the gate. The lock was OK, but the door was frozen to the ground, and I wasn’t strong enough to open it. No problem, I called my boyfriend for help. But he said that he has to stay in the office for at least an hour. So I sat back to my car, turn on the radio and tried to find some wireless Internet by my phone.

I sat there for about five minutes when I saw a man climbing out the fence of the empty house next to us (the same that I opened with the screwdiver some weeks ago). So I  got out of my car and asked him for a logical explaining of the situation before I call the police. Believe it or not, he could explain… as I went closer in the dark I could identify him: he was the previous occupant of the house, and left here some personal things, but he hasn’t keys for the house anymore, so has to climb in. He was so frightened that showed everything in his bag and pockets J  Suddenly I realized that he could be my savior, so asked him to open my gate. He tried it but couldn’t. We tried it together, but it was hopeless. After  ten minutes  my other  nextdoor neighbor arrived home with his wife. The woman tried to help us – the whole situation reminded me  that Russian tale about a carrot that is unpullable and more and more animal try to pull it. So we were already three „ante portas” but the gate still closed. After a short time the woman’s husband arrived back with a crowbar, and this was the key – the door has opened. ’Always have a crowbar in your car’ – sad my savior wisely. Oh, yes, of course. Every Hungarian girl has a crowbar in her reticule :/

It started snowing at night, and stopped early afternoon.  Life has stopped in Budapest, but who want to go anywhere, when it’s so fun at home?

Well, it’s my car :/

And my dogs (less snowy, because they spent the day in the house.  Tough and brave children of Scottish Highland…)

BANZAI!

A little demo of the current situation:

The Master is working:

And here is my new training partner:

Here is a post for the most patient mother of the World, who said nothing when I stopped in the forest and said: ‘I think I forgot my leash on the top of the hill’, just climbed back with me.

Oh, yes, I’ve lost something again. This time my favorite leash (you know, that one from the Worlds). I put it down on the hilltop after a nice 8km’s walk, and I realized this about an hour and several km’s later  down in the walley.  Good news: we took the way there and back before sunset. Bad news: somebody else was quicker.  When we saw that the leash isn’t there anymore I thought that my mother would simply kill me.  No, not simply: she would to do it slowly and painfully… but she said:  ‘Ok, we gave a chance’, and headed back down to the forest. She was amazing. I think I’ll buy her some small gift for this, f.i. a new step-counter  – she has lost the old one in the forest some months ago…

My poor blog was ignored  for a week, as you told/wrote/phoned it.  So here are some words and shots of last weekend .

There was the first disc dog event of the year in Tordas last Sunday. It was first for many reasons. The first competition held by UFO rules in Hungary. And the first competiton  where  I didn’t compete, and I wasn’t a judge, just went for fun.

I was late, because I had an idea that the Tordas Zoo (the placement) is in Tordas. Well, it’s in the next village, Gyúró. Don’t ask why the called it Tordas Zoo in this case, I don’t know. Anyway, the place is beautiful. The competition was in a covered training place for horses. I had doubts about the ground of it, it was sand mixed with pieces of felt or something like that, maybe you can see here:

But it was great, was easy to run in it, just some of the young dogs stopped sometimes to sniff the interesting surface.

It was an open competition, and lot of fun for us – less fun for poor judges, it was coooold, and they spent the whole day on the field.

The next generation started to train already:

The last shot of Chris, I’m afraid that you can see him next just in time of full moon:

The next event in Hungary will be at 20th of March, by USDDN rules. At springtime… sometimes I feel this winter will last forever.

(Pictures made by Zsuzsa  ’RoyalBlau’  and Roland  ’Scargo’)

…especially if you planned to break in your neighbur’s house.

Yes, I became a housebreaker today. The house on our left side is empty for months, the previous owner died, and her son comes just about two times in a month. Last week a window was opened there because of the stormy wind. The man came at the weekend and closed the window, but unfortunately he didn’t look around inside.

I heard the cat first time at Wednesday morning. I tried to found where is it, but didn’t see nothing.  Same on Thursday. Finally on Friday afternoon I saw it in the empty house: it tried to escape, but every window was closed.  I was thinking for a day,  but had no better idea… so waited until it was growing dark,  climbed  over the fence, and pried open the window with a screwdriver.  The cat is free, mission completed.

Conversation of the Day in a supermarket:

Security guy: Do you have the bill of that corn flakes? If you haven’t,  you couldn’t bring it in.

Me: Yes, of course, but it’s not corn flakes, it’s litter for ferrets.

S.G: ……………………….

(just for sure: no, I didn’t buy any ferret, but this type of litter is the only one which is good for a hedgehog indoor)

So everything is OK here, nothing special, except that I’m beaten by the “live healthier” bug again, so I threw my chair out, and bought a fitness ball instead it. I realized soon that it is a multifunctional equipment, it lasts more than an hour to pump it up, good for biceps… after 2 days  the only thing that I can say that I have a backache. Good sign, isn’t it?

Last year I wrote  a long list of New Year Promises. This year I’ll skip it.  Listen to my advice: think before you wish something, because you’ll get it Last year I said I would to be more patient. Well, all of this year was about practicing patience for me… so I give up planning for the next year. I have no plans, just dreams.

Well,my tree this year is a bit… khm… unusal. But I thought I would to recycle somehow my old discs

So:

Merry Christmas!

Yesterday we were in a morning show with Moss and Morgan.  The theme   was ” don’t buy a pet for Christmas”, so it was logical that I brought my shelter dog with me for a short demo.  It was a live show, and I had fears about Morgan, because she is  shy a bit, and this was a new situation for her with the cameras and lights. But she was great. The problem was my other dog… I offered that I’ll give her a “stay” command while we are talking, but the director said: “No, let her go, it looks cool that she is walking around”.  If you know Moss, you also know what does it mean if I let her go… First she started  to open a big box under the Christmas tree, but there wasn’t any interesting in it.  Some moments later when I talked about the shelter dogs, I saw that Moss discovered a big gingerbread-house in the background (the previous guest was a celebrity who brought some cookies), and started to eat it. It was out of the screen fortunately, but it wasn’t so easy to remain nice and talkative while my dog was munching the scenery.  I’m sure  that we were really suggestive, and nobody would to buy a Border Collie for Christmas.

It means -15 Celsius at the moment.

This is the field where I used to run in the morning:

This is what I see when I look forward:

And  down

The Heroic Badger of the snowfields