this entry is in english, for the hungarian readers, and especially for juli.

pixy is integrated into the whole little part of Vienna, this very part of the district where we live, actually: she is part of it. everybody knows her, and:

she is everybody's darling. and she deserves it.

she has (kind of) a human fan club.

she is befriended with lots of people, with not so many dogs - definitely still a little jealous in case of hairy little puppies.

she loves children.

she can stay alone and take care of my handbag, or of whatever i ask her to take care of, and wherever i ask her to do so. she vigorously watches the way i went, but she stays and waits. no whining or whimping. for a whole hour.

she is a junkie, as far as caramel cookies with whipped cream ( with a little coffee on it) are concerned.

she does not touch the cats food, if we are invited. she watches the bowl. after 90 minutes she decides it was a shame to spoil food this way. anyhow, she asked the cat, and the cat went for the cheese on the table ...

she loves "her" cats. both. if they start to play "stampede" in the morning, she gets up from her sleeping place and makes some comforting whines, the cats understand and calm down.

she is a very decent dog. everything has to be in the right place, everything has to be done in the right way. getting up, having the first cup of coffee, look into the "machine" (=computer), she knows every word, and walks from sleeping room to kitchen to writing desk, and then she looks at me: what about your morning shower? and hops into the bathroom to watch whether i brush my teeth. after a long walk she wants to visit a restaurant.

how lucky was i to choose her.

she lost her fear in sight of people with sticks (walking sticks, cruckets, a.s.o.), and closed pickups, and all kind of box-formatted vehicles used by e.g. postmen.

she eats everything i, the cats, or one of her friends eat. she is quite careful since she once threw her teeth into a cigar: but she is a good dog. the cigar was from cuba, a really rare and expensive one, and she spit it out at once. the owner smoked it afterwards: the cover leaf had not the smallest scratch. pixys face was: well, interesting.

she will soon have her own autograph cards.




and if now somebody please could explain to me why pixy is eating yellow tomatoes, and lilac ones, and green ones, and pink ones, round ones, and oval ones, and funny shaped ones, all of them with or without cheese (mozzarella, gouda, red mould cheese, quark, etc.), with our without pumpkin seed oil, but NO RED TOMATOES, i definitely would be very grateful. i just want to understand.

thanks in advance.