Monday, January 30, 2017
Is She Friendly?
It was such a great question, "Is she friendly?" I just had it difficult to find the right answer for the family of four and their Golden Retriever to describe Tilde, my Hovawart, best.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Hovawart TV: When Friends Meet Again
They hadn't seen each other in a while, Tilde and Emil. The joy of their reunion was contagious.
Monday, January 23, 2017
Don't Be A Stranger
The windchill of a strong breeze instantly dropped the temperature even further below zero. The sun composed a scenery worthy of a beautiful day in Summer and only the freezing cold reminded me we were in the heart of Winter.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Welcome, Maybe
Who's visiting? |
We were preparing the guest room, and Tilde knows what that means. The anticipation of guests arriving thrilled her. Or was it skepticism, as she wasn't involved in the invitation?
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Monday, January 9, 2017
Hova...What?
You could be actually reading this because you have just run into a beautiful dog, that looked a lot like a retriever.
Maybe you had a talk with the owner, who explained it was not a retriever, but a ... what was it she said ... a Hova...What? ... ah yes, a Hova...Wart.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Pet Blogger Challenge: The Blog After Kenzo
As you can see, Tilde isn't pleased she will not be the subject of this post.
Today we join the Pet Blogger Challenge, an event where pet bloggers share experiences and tips about blogging.
For you blogger friends reading this, grab a coffee and your "what-not-to-do" list and let's go!
Today we join the Pet Blogger Challenge, an event where pet bloggers share experiences and tips about blogging.
For you blogger friends reading this, grab a coffee and your "what-not-to-do" list and let's go!
Saturday, January 7, 2017
A Hovawart Was Born After All
The three of us reached a clearing in the forest we were hiking. Tilde, Dok-dek, and me. Dok-dek was our guest on the West-coast for the week, to escape the noise of the New Year's celebratory fireworks of the city. It was freezing cold, -5 C with a sturdy breeze. The clearing we entered offered no refuge for the sudden drop in temperature caused by the wind chill. I put my hat back on, looked down in an attempt to keep the wind out of my face and stepped up the pace to reach the other side of the clearing.
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