Frida, or maybe it’s Frieda. Need to check in with my sister on that. She’s my parents newest add-on, a Magyar Vizsla. I’m back home in Germany visiting and fully emerged in this puppy lifestyle. Thank god I don’t need to justify these lines on my arms which could indicate an emo past.
My hands smell like a proper 🐶 and we’re cuddling around all day. She takes naps, wakes up, plays. The whole good life. And she’s so scared. I observe her becoming braver and braver by the hour. So strange to think that she is only in this world for eight weeks while I’m counting down the days to my 29th birthday. Twenty-nine years. It’s a strange feeling to go to sleep in my childhood room when there’s a huge poster from me and my sister hanging on the wall. It’s the frozen moment from my first day in primary school. I look at the hands in the poster, my own hands and remember the hands of my grandma when she was in the elderly care home. In fact, I remember every little detail of my grandmas’ hands.
But yeah, puppies are cute and crazy. Here’s a proper fun fact. This morning my work laptop turned all black despite being on the power outlet. Taking a closer look at the charging cable, and closing your eyes a bit, it almost looked like a piece of licorice which has been nicely chewed on.
So now I’m testing Amazon’s Morning delivery option in the hope to getting my color codes in my Outlook back in front of me. There’s nothing like your personalized PC. Well, and a puppy sleeping next to you.