Last weekend I was visiting Christine’s little hometown in the woods of northern Nordrhein-Westfalen. Her parents got a new puppy, and while they were away for the weekend, Christine had to take care of it. So I joined for a relaxing weekend of juggling, reading, and puppy sitting. Her name is Muska.
To you Dutch readers, Muska is pronounced as “Moeska”. And do not say “Moeshka”, as I tended to do, to the annoyance of Christine. She’s German, not Russian.
Normally I’m not really a “uh! ah! oh!” person, and I know that in a few months she’ll have grown pretty big, but now she was still so cute!
Some more photos on my Flickr.
ahhh, now I see. hihi, she looks cute indeed. fun. was probably good to see christine, right?
hug from e-town :)
It was very good indeed. Although I already saw her two weeks earlier in Berlin. :)