Woof!

I am 2 years old minischnauzer-boy Jose (I got named by midfielder Janne "Jose" Lindberg of Myllykosken Pallo soccer team). The first sunrise I saw in Kantvik, Kirkkonummi and after that I've lived in a couple of cities here in Finland. Nowadays I live in Turku.

Not only a wayfarer-dog in Finland, my roots come also from distant places. My sire (Only You v.d. Spikke) lives in Holland and my dame (Side-Line's Nightmare) has also foreign genes...according to my memory these roots go even to the United States.

These wayfarer-genes have put me on the road too, althought inside Finland's borders and my human parents travelling with me. I was only 6 months old, when I took my first trip in aeroplane, when we flew to the northern Finland, the land of Santa Claus. There I met a lot of nice (human) relatives and there's lot of fun just hanging around while there's always somebody who cuddles or scratches :)

The winter 2000-2001 we lived with mom in Savonlinna and these days I learned how to travel in train. I mean there were a lot of trip from Savonlinna to Anjalankoski. Unfortunately when I moved to Turku, I was forced to leave my girlfriend Donna behind (She was multibreeded labrador-collie), who I still miss, howling at the fullmoon in lonely nights.

Anjalankoski was the first place where I lived with mom and dad. There still lives a bunch of human relatives and a lot of my dogfriends. Among other, Ana the rottweiler (owned by my mom's brother), Elli the chow chow (owned by my mom's cousins, the other cousins own chow chow Salli too, but we don't like each other so much) and of course my mighty mentor, Hulikaani the basset hound (Bastante Huligan), from whom I've learned the noble art of sniffing around. You can find the picture of good old Hulikaani at my galleries.

My favourite place in our new home in Turku is the french balcony doorway, from which I can see far, far away. Therefore I spend many hours per day waiting mom and dad to come home (and even after that...you must be aware of what happens around). And could you find a nicer place to lie than this, especially when the sun is shining? Mom usually says that I'm not a dog, my manners are so strange. The best way to sleep is to lie on my back (and I lie on my back even if there's cold, althought professionals say that we dogs sleep on our backs only when there's too hot) and the best sleeping place is always near mom. I could be lying on rocks or broken glass, but if it's near mom it is a good place to sleep. I wonder why she usually tries to push me out of bed at nights when I try to find a perfect spot near pillow. Luckily for me, they sleep so soundly that I always manage to find my way near them. :)

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