Chihuahas... are they dogs?

A visit to Akrir

Mum the dog and I went to Akrir today, whilst there Freyja had a bit of a "playtime" with Loki the farm dog and Zoro the chihuaha - I am so sure I spelt that wrong but can not be bothered googling the correct spelling.

As can be seen, Zoro the main man required a sweater, whilst Freyja and Loki were really not quite sure what it was. By the end of the visit Freyja had had enough of the two boys and their fighting over her. Basically both were trying to get the other one out of range of her. She meanwhile hid behind my legs and for the first time in her four years went to the car and hopped in of her own accord. Normally going home takes a lot of coaxing. But not today.

I am off to the Faroes next weekend, should be fun. I have never been and am tagging along with the local Kammerkór - (which is made up mainly of my cousins and their nearest and dearest). So perhaps if I am not too slack on my return I will post some photos of houses with grass roofs.

more photos from s´krók

Making her escape.

Each day I take Freyja for a walk. First in the morning before work, then as soon as I get home and the final walk sometime around 9 in the evening. Normally she is quite good and I can let her go at the foreshore and she has a bit of a run and then comes back to me. Now, however, she is trying her luck at making the great escape.

and this is usually the image I see as she tears off towards freedom.

Once the escape plan has worked the walk tends to last another half hour - ie I am running behind her calling and whistling - all to no avail. The only thing that still seems to work is if I head towards her arch enemies house. Then she usually comes and I can grab her while she is barking and waking all the folks that might have tried to have an early night.

Our dog chases people on a bike. We've had to take it off him. - Winston Churchill

Its been a while.... It has also been snowing quite a bit in the last couple of days.