
Tess is getting smarter every day. She can understand a lot of words, and is extremely good at interpreting any signs of a possible treat, or an outing. A coat lifted from a hanger, shoes put on, keys picked up, the fridge door opened, or the cookie box taken out of the kitchen cupboard - and she appears wildly wagging not just her tail, but her whole body. She communicates with sounds, and with different grunts, moans, barks and whines is perfectly able to make herself understood to us, her family. She is very demanding and persistent, what Tess wants Tess gets. Always.

On these first sunny spring days in April 2002, Tess likes to sit on the patio and watch the world go by. The peace is shattered whenever a dog passes on the path outside, as running back and forth along the garden fence, barking and growling angrily, is absolutely necessary.
"Sometimes my "dad" brings me a special treat when he comes home. A hot dog! I wonder why they call this a dog. I see no likeness. But whatever they call it, I love it. First I play with it a bit, and growl when they come near me. Then I eat the meaty bit and finally the white bit."

"Where is MY lunch?"
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