There is nothing like “Fika”, I just love it! My mom and dad thought me, what
they say, is the most used Swedish word in Sweden and I would not be surprised if this is the most famous Swedish word in the world. My mom explained that in Sweden, two times a day, one time in the mid morning and one time in the mid afternoon there is “Fika rast” ("Fika break" or shorter “fika”) at every workplace in Sweden during which work stops for 15-20 minutes and all sit down together and catch up on world events and/or just to have a cup of coffee and perhaps a snack of some sort. I say skip the cup of coffee and the world events lets just go for the snacks part.  I can really assure you that if we stay with just the snacks part, then the word “fika” is a good word, in every possible meaning! ...Continued below...

Where is my Fika?

If I hear the word “Fika” anytime, even when I am deep asleep (in my fantastic and comfortable crate that will tell you more about another time), even if someone would just whisper the word “Fika” 50 feet away from me, I would bounce up, probably even hit my cute head in the crate opening on my way rushing out, in my excitement to as soon as possible be very close to any person that utters such a lovely word! Say “fika” and I will make myself more than available at any time, day or night! Mom usually makes my “fika” and it normally consist of special dry food with a salty cheese biscuit crushed and sprinkled on top. Oh my… I just love the taste of that salty cheese biscuit so much that even the dry food tastes good and from the time the small bowl of “fika” is put on the floor next to me, all my “fika” is absolutely gone in 15 seconds or less so I am not sure why Swedish people need 15 minutes “fika rast” when I just need 15 seconds! Anyway, I think that all languages should adopt the lovely word “fika”. It just makes sense that something that tasts so good would be universal and globally recognizable. In fact, it should be a law in every country to have “fika rast” and if not for 15 minutes, lets make it 15 seconds and maybe allow everyone additional 5 seconds to reach their bowl of “fika” and that’s all there is to it, as I see it!

The saying is that “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, which also happens to be the way to the heart of this male poodle. I like any food that humans eat (and especially food that my dad eats). My dad loves eating cereal in the morning so I love eating cereal in the morning. My dad loves eating pancakes for lunch; therefore I love eating pancakes for lunch. Well, this is at least my dream but unfortunately not (yet) my reality. I haven’t been able so far to convince my mum and dad that poodles really need to eat the same food as humans do. My mom and dad says that dry food should be the primary source of nutrition for dogs so I only get small pieces of “good food” mixed in with my (not so great) dry food. Why do they have to make it so complicated? It takes me several minutes to sort out the nice pieces of edible food and leave the dry food on the floor close to my bowl, in protest. And only if I am very hungry, and no better food shows up in the meantime, I will involuntarily go back after several hours and in very reluctantly eat some of the dry food, but not all, I need to show that I don’t like it. Some days I am really longing back to my visit to grandma and grandpa in Europe last year. THEY understood my stomach… and its need for real food…. I was served real food such as cheese and fresh meet products worthy of a king, such as myself, Famous Maurice! I think same day I will immigrate and live with them! 

Last weekend my mom and dad took me on a road trip to the coast. I think they said something about Hunting Ester Bunnies, or was it Colored Egg Hunt because it was the Easter holiday. I like to think it must have been hunting the Ester Bunny because why would someone hunt colored eggs that cannot move by themselves? We saw two rabbits (bunnies) on the hunt and both times they showed up unexpectedly on the trail …but I was prepared, I stated my hunt, accelerating rapidly, zero to 30 mph in one second and I am sure I would have couth them but both times I was suddenly snatched back to reality because my mom and dad must also have liked to be part of the hunt and attached themselves to the other end of the too short leach and I had no chance to catch the rabbits having to drag mom and dad along with me. But mom was prepared for the possibility of an unsuccessful Easter bunny hunt and - in the car - she had already prepared food that we did not have to hunt.However, next year, if I have to be attached to mom and dad via the leach, then I vote for hunting Colored Easter Eggs instead

 I am ready for the hunt, bring on the Easter bunnies!

I will from time to time like to voice my opinion about Dog related issues including Dog idioms which many to me seems outdated and unfair, on the border of humiliation or “dogiliation” (since I am a dog), but what can I do about them really? I don’t even have voting rights. Dogs should have voting rights! 

If I would be allowed to vote I would like to vote for important dog rights like that dog dry food should be forbidden to sell! Cat food I think is OK (cats can have it) but why do this to the man’s best friend? As long as dry food for dogs are allowed to be sold, unsuspecting humans, especially thinking of my mom and dad, will fall for the false advertising on TV, falsely making humans believe that dogs love the hard disgusting rocklike formations of compressed (god knows what) waste that is called dog dry food. The ads say “chewy bits of meet…” they are chewy all right but I can assure you it’s not meet! I know how good chewy meet tastes… and it is not dog dry food… and you almost have to go to the dog dentist after a bowl of dry food and if that’s great tasting meet they are buying their meet at the wrong supermarket! Try dog dry food and you will see what I mean. The only reason I sometimes have to eat it is that I am starving and we are out of beef or chicken filet (mom and dad says). 
 
I hereby put my paw up and vote for that man’s best friend is to be served same (or better) food that my fellow humans eat. Can we make that a law?  

Hello world! I am very excited to share my experiences with you, my fan club! I will be writing about my “poodley”
adventures in the big, big world and my own reflections of the world. As I see it, afterall, it is a dog’s world out there!
Sometimes, but not very often, I will write about my mom and dad but this blog is mostly about me…. correction…
…. this blog is really just all about me, Maurice! 

Famous Maurice.