Travel Theme Spooky

With excellent inspiration from Ailsa’s blog
just look the challenge here “Where’s my backpack
my version of the theme “Spooky

 Quite many of the rituals and traditions
we worship or celebrate worldwide
acting on the surface very pleasant
but they usually have a spooky past.

I took an active part in this “witch burning” in 1982.

Me and my dog named Poxie

This is not a sentimental post or an attempt to give animals human characteristics at all
as children are allowed to be children – as women are allowed to be women – as men are allowed to be men – then dogs are allowed to be dogs – so it is as good as it can be.
This post written with a twinkle in the eye and actually also a small tear in both eye hook.

My lovely dog, Poxie, died last saturday, exactly 15 years and one month old
It is said that one human year is equivalent to seven dog years, so it was an old lady.

but there is a good story or good stories hidden behind this lovely dog

It was a yorkshire terrier on top of that one with a very long and nice pedigree
with an official name so long and fine that was a queen or princess worthy
that fact wasn’t made the dog snobby at all, but observed in the attitudes one could see
that in one way or another so shone the noble and the aristocratic through
but being snobby, was the dog really very far from – it was a small yorkshire terrier,
with an ego, with courage and with self-confidence as an enormous giant.

 The first meeting was funny, my partner and I had decided to divorce – I was going to keep the house and we decided to bought her a house – there was a house in the town she wanted to buy and I was followed to see if there was some mistake or some missings at the house – the nice elderly couple invited us in to inspect the house – when we come into the kitchen – a small 15 weeks old yorkshire terrier puppy came whistling – directly bypassing the others and straight to me, and called for being lifted up – which I did.

We also found out that the dog only was allowed to be in the kitchen not the rest of the house – but the couple maybe not dare to say anything to the dog was sitting into my arms all the way through the house – they had a house they would have sold 
my ex-wife bought the house and moved in almost immediately
8 days after the elderly couple called her – they were already tired of the puppy
ask if she still would buy the puppy, the answer was yes.
When I came up to put our son (who lived with me) of at his mother
so the dog came rushing as if it was the one and only that I came to visit
it jumped into the car as it said “Here we go”.Our son looked after the dog when his mother would be away for a longer time
such as weekends and evenings – so he took the dog home to our house
and it was walking in as if it owned the entire cottage.
The dog was very easy to “babysit”
such as ate the dog always the food it was offered
I told some guest I was visiting for dining
that they did not believe – so I had to prove it
so first got the dog served a tiny shrimp cocktail (with all)
so then it got a little piece of entrecote with fried potatoes and a little sauce
finally, a little chocolate cake with orange ice cream
it did not eat but ate.
When the son the day after handed over the dog to his mother – he tell the story
she laughed and claimed that it was the city’s most spoiled dog.
If she was driving in her car to bring the dog to my house
so she stopped some distance away and walked the short distance round the bend
for if the dog discovered the house from inside the car
so it was so wildly enthusiastic that it peed on the seat of joy.

Then it took almost a couple of years where the dog came to visit if not daily, so several times during the week – came to visit and sometimes stayed several days too
 so when my ex-wife one day asked if I would take the dog permanently 
so the answer was easy – so then moved Poxie in, with all its “belongings” 
including the fine pedigree,
where we found out that its first name wasn’t “Poxie” but “Topsy” 
it was changed so that it came to be called what we always thought was the dog’s name.

I had a lot of work at home in my home office
this pleased Poxie quite excellent, it was so much at the open terrace door
where from it liked to follow if something was happening in the encircled garden
one day suddenly stiffened Poxie, for less than half a meter from the dog sat a red squirrel watching the dog – it was obvious that the dog wondered what kind of fellow that was
  when the squirrel hopped in and sniffed at the food bowl – enough was enough
the squirrel was chased out and it didn’t happen silently.
A special feature of the yorkshire terrier is that they don’t know how small they are
either they believe that they are very large
or maybe believe that the size makes no difference.
When Poxie first time should meet the family’s grandparents
It was a memorable meeting
Grandmother and grandson sitting in the back seat
grandfather on the passenger seat and Poxie rushed around and talked to all
so holy mark the one with the grandfather and whined a little
I asked if we should not stop and walk the dog
but the grandfather thought the dog was just happy to see him
Suddenly the dog peed on the grandfather
that was what it had tried telling
however they did not arise because of that
actually loved Poxie always come to visit them
there it was treated as queen of the queens.

When we went for a walk – not long trips, Poxie had short legs
if we met a large dog so was the dog alert and barking if necessary
if we met a small dog so it was very gracious
Poxie loved to be out on the walk, but would quickly be worn around
up and sit in the arms and enjoy the view
but we met some children, especially little girls
so would Poxie down on its own feet
because it knew that they would gather around it and stroke it
while they told how sweet and lovely it was
when they were gone, it would up in arms again.

 Poxie was a very international dog
with its own passport – an approved vaccination certificate
which made that it was moved with us at the periods of stayed abroad.
Poxie could bark in danish, german, norwegian, english and french
the dogs could easily understand each other
so either have they ear for language or there is an international dog language.

 Countless times, when there was peace and quiet in the house in the late evening hours and I sat at the desk with my laptop and worked – was often the only light from the big screen – then one sat there in own thoughts – suddenly came there a head out from behind the screen – a small head with glowing eyes – there was one who needed a little attention. 

 Yorkshire terrier has generally not any fantastic sight
but an exceptionally impressive hearing, sense of smell and great intuition.

Poxie had no trouble being home alone 3 4 or 5 hours
just not made ​​a big deal out of it was to be alone
just it had a walk before, so the dog slept most of the time
we have a photo sensor that revealed this.

The remarkable thing was that my son while he lived at home
came home at the same time every day
it could be seen on the video that Poxie every day 10 minutes before
woke up and sat down by the door to wait
normally it lay in my bed and slept.

Over the last months Poxie’s sight was substantially attenuated
but compensated with the other senses
However, it would eventually like to have harness and leash on
it would very much like to get rid of before.

It was never wearing collars, the shape of the head and neck didn’t match that.

The last week was very strange without Poxie, it used to be there so really missed it.

Weekly Photo Challenge (foreign)

“Foreigners come ashore”

The theme of the weekly photo challenge this friday is “foreign“.

Our world is getting smaller, meaning that it actually gets bigger
many of them we thought was foreigners or perhaps even enemies
they turn out often on closer acquaintance
to be quite reasonable and pleasant people
with equally kind of “silly” ideas that we have ourself.

It is a double-edged issue
where tolerance and openness are some of the main ingredients
where both the guest and the host, can learn something
as my father said when I left my childhood home as 16 year old
“Remember you can learn something everywhere, if only, how you think it shouldn’t be”.

Sometimes live the foreigner in ourselves..?


(a shot of mine from 1974, dear family relatives visiting us on the tiny island Samsø)


Quo Vadis, a letter Q story

Maybe your goal overturned..?

The tell a letter-story challenge by idea of the good “frizztext
now the time has come to the letter “Q”

This letter Q, can be many things when it left alone
also many other things than
being special effects manager in Agent 007 James Bond
being the british music magazine Q
being a norwegian dairy brand Q
being the pen-name Q of the cornish writer Arthur Quiller-Couch
being the furry blue mascot of the US-soccer team San Jose Earthquakes
being a fictional character from the Continuum in the “StarTrek” movies
and so on – a longer list “here“.

But here the letter Q is

Quo Vadis..?
a latin phrase meaning “where are you going..?”

Do we really (allways) know were we are going
or it’s maybe our biggest problem
disturb us even to enjoy the view while we go
and therefore walk so many restlessly around or going in circles.

Figuratively, then external GPS has become so dominant
that we maybe completely forget or ignore the internal GPS in ourselves.

Maybe we can’t see the forest
because of all the trees.


Weekly Photo Challenge (silhouette)

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge
it can be said that a silhouette is a shadow of contents
shades are empty, but that silhouettes don’t necessarily be.

Usually understood silhouettes created by light and backlight
but indirectly there are many kinds of silhouettes
road signs, advertising signs and urban signs
is actually silhouettes of what they must signal

Silhouettes shall or want to remind us of something.

Maybe it’s so that tombstones, memorial pillars, statues and other symbols of that kind are silhouettes of what we need to remember or know – the Statue of Liberty at the entrance to “The Big Apple”, it’s probably one of the biggest silhouettes (remembrance) of our freedom

A silhouette is perhaps a “primitive” mirror to reality – there pasted black silhouettes of birds of prey on large window surfaces to scare birds from bumping into the glass surfaces – many silhouettes are so on top of that beautiful – it’s an extra bonus effect.


Most pictograms are nothing more than silhouettes
everyone knows that here probably comes a bus
(the bus stop is tilted, it’s not the photo which is)



Travel Theme Couple

A picture from an old family party for almost 30 years ago
the difference between that kind of pictures then and now is clear
at that time was shooting at a party, anything obligation
something that just had to be overcome.

Nowadays one are about to be overthrown by people
who insists on being photographed
when they act in front of the camera.
(said with a twinkle in the eye and positive irony)

The couple at this picture was actually very feisty
both in everyday life and at parties
completely through some wonderful people.

But it is clear that the party photography here was just pure duty.


With excellent inspiration from Ailsa’s blog
just look the challenge here “Where’s my backpack
my version of the theme “Couple