Nino on the bus

Even cats are allowed on the buses! Sheesh...

Danes wreaking havoc

Copenhagen Distortion Street Fest

This was my the beginning stages of my Mom's vegetable garden, BEFORE the rain. It's a lake now. She's mad.

Me and mom on the train. Hey, I paid for my ticket, I can sit on the seat if I want!

Holy Cow!

Uhm...

More scenes from Carnivals

Scenes from Carnivals

Scenes from Carnival!

A "resting moment" for the Parisian Samba band

Very cool parade during Aalborg Carnival

More scenes from Aalborg Fest

More scenes from the Aalborg Carnival

An awesome Samba band from Paris

Scenes from the CRAZY Carnival in Aarborg

More samba bands in Copenhagen

Some Samba Bands that my moms went to see at the Copenhagen Carnival

Uncle Sebastian

This is my Mama JoJo's brother, Sebastian. I guess that makes him my uncle. Uncle Sebastian baby sat me while my moms abandoned me to go drink a lot of the yellow stuff that makes them act silly. I have pictures of where they went. I'll show them to you later.

The Mustang

This is my mom's new car - The Mustang. There's no seat for me, however. I have to trot along behind her. I asked her if I would fit in the basket, she just laughed at me...

This is the field of Rasps in our "backyard". Look how beautiful it is where I live now!

me and any my other momma in our backyard

Country Living

My new back yard

Baaa

More new neighbors

Spirit meets his new neighbors

Today my moms took me to our new home. I have two new neighbors. They call them horses. I call them giants that smell like poop.

My moms are going to this next weekend

http://www.copenhagencarnival.dk/

This is me digging for dinner (Danish Mole Sauce)

I decided that I needed to stop complaining about my leg injury, and start bringing home the bacon. In this case, I brought home the moles. I'm not sure why my mom squealed when I showed her my catch. Guess she was excited.

My own little heaven

I guess they call this place Denmark. I call it heaven.

Dogs have their own Post system

Copenhagen is so progressive, that us hunde (dogs) have our own postal system.

Me on the train to Copenhagen

Dogs ride in style here in Copenhagen. Check me out. All chicks dig me.

This is me at the airport. I was feeling very relaxed actually. My mom was giving me cookies and petting me. There were like a thousand people whirring around me. I could smell their sense of urgency and stress. I couldn't understand what all the worry was about.

Then she put me in that damned crate and left me for 10 hours in a a really really loud and dark room. I'll never forgive her for that.

This is me chillin in the back of Volvo Station wagon, on my way to Newark Airport. At this time I was thinking about the 4,354 smells that were wafting through the window. Little did I know that this car ride was my ride to hell. The airport!

Escalators are weird shit

No one told me that a move to Europe involved having to learn how to walk up stairs that move and don't wait for you. My mothers insisted that I learn how because apparently, escalators are the gateway to a better world. This is my second attempt, not bad I'd say...