`Twas a lovely sunny day in Bergen when my beloved and I hiked up the beautifully sloped road leading to Rundemanen above mount Fløiyen.
The birds were singing in contentment, the crows were deciding what to nick from the locals and everything in general was just perfect.
We were chatting away happily as all old married couples do, when the subject of children reared it's evil little head....
We were still discussing the pros and cons of having a brat, when we rounded the corner to the last picnic spot before the summit and lo and behold, before us, stretched the scene which would unite us in a common goal for quite some time to come.
Screaming their heads off, a couple of snot-caked little creatures were tearing around the tranquil lake in an obvious attempt to bring the mountain crumbling down before them...
Their parents were sitting and staring with that vacant look some people get just before an excecution, the look that says "This is as bad as it can get.... all the panic in the world cannot save me from this fate... I'm just going to be as stoic as I can about it and face this thing head on..."
Anja and I looked at each other briefly and I stated matter-of-factly "Let's get a dog"
"Yes, I completely agree" was her prompt and determined reply and that was that.
Driving from Bergen to Kongsvinger took us about 9 hours.
We spent the night in a cheap motel and collected him from Kennel Esperanza the following morning.
Love at first sight :)
We attempted our first 2000m peak yesterday (Veslesmeden) but had to turn back just before the summit because of extreme weather conditions.
