Monday, April 24, 2017
Conversations With A Hovawart
Lucky me. I just read on the Internet a study finds "talking to your dog is a sign of intelligence." Which is good news. I am not turning old and senile after all. On the contrary. My conversations with Tilde are a sign of a sharp mind and cunning wit.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Remind Me Again, Who Rescued Who?
Today three years ago, we went to the shelter to rescue Tilde, ignorant of the fact we would board a roller-coaster without brakes that very same day. Words like mischief and mayhem have a whole new meaning to me since then.
It was a good day. I remember how Kenzo and Tilde followed each other all over the place when we got home. Just smiling and enjoying each other's company.
It was a good day. I remember how Kenzo and Tilde followed each other all over the place when we got home. Just smiling and enjoying each other's company.
Monday, April 17, 2017
The Nose Knows
Easter honored its reputation for new beginnings, the start of Spring, and the return of light. The weather took a turn for the better and with time-off from work we had ample time on our hands to play "Lost", one of our favorite games. In "Lost" we get dropped in unknown territory and let Tilde's nose decide which path to take.
Monday, April 10, 2017
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Please Don't Leave Me
We waved goodbye to Emil. He had just visited Tilde and looked back at us one last time from the car's rear window. One of the best things of returning to Copenhagen is to see the two of them reunite for a play date. They are more than best friends. Tilde adores him. He is her shining star and idol. If Tilde would have been a teenage girl, the walls of her room would be covered with posters of Emil.
Monday, April 3, 2017
A Hovawart's Throne
Hovawart on her throne |
Every Hovawart has a throne and Tilde is no exception. She has an issue though. Her throne is standing back home in Copenhagen, a long way from where we normally stay on the West coast. She was reunited with it last week when we made a visit home.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Tilde's Revenge And The Return Of The Seal
This is how it started:
The story could have ended right there and then with the aforementioned bath but with Tilde sometimes endings need to be rewritten.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BRqeAc4hOv9/
The story could have ended right there and then with the aforementioned bath but with Tilde sometimes endings need to be rewritten.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Hovawart TV: Hurry Up!
When you are a Hovawart - or any dog for that matter - you know what is most important.
One of your family members getting further and further away, even if she is occupied in her search for amber, is definitely a no-go.
But how do you make that douche-bag in the rear to get it? Hurry up for pete's sake!
https://youtu.be/dGoqTnSCOcQ
One of your family members getting further and further away, even if she is occupied in her search for amber, is definitely a no-go.
But how do you make that douche-bag in the rear to get it? Hurry up for pete's sake!
https://youtu.be/dGoqTnSCOcQ
Monday, March 6, 2017
What Is A Breeding Committee and Why Is It Important?
Today I turn the blog over to Claus Harding Hansen from the Danish Hovawart Club, who will reveal what those mysterious Breeding Committee's in Hovawart breed clubs exactly are doing behind the scenes, and why their work is important.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Hovawart TV: A Farewell To Winter
With Winter officially ending, so does our Winter adventure on the West-coast.
It is isolated on the West-coast this time of year. Shops and restaurants close. Tourists leave. Roads even close. Most locals close off their cottages too, as they are not build to withstand the cold of Winter when the relentless forces of nature reveal themselves and storms and freezing rain-showers batter the West-coast to change it into a barren wasteland.
In other words, perfect for a man and his dog.
It is isolated on the West-coast this time of year. Shops and restaurants close. Tourists leave. Roads even close. Most locals close off their cottages too, as they are not build to withstand the cold of Winter when the relentless forces of nature reveal themselves and storms and freezing rain-showers batter the West-coast to change it into a barren wasteland.
In other words, perfect for a man and his dog.
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