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...