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.
Monday, December 5, 2016
The Mighty Hunter
While we walked past some bushes along the trail it was as if a fish hook had caught Tilde's nose. In a split-second she made a sharp, almost cat-like turn. Her head positioned perfectly aligned with her body. Her intense facial expression and the focus in her eyes left no doubt. She was on a hunt, but what? and where? I looked around me but couldn't see anything, until a dark shadow jumped out of the small bush right in front of me and made me look down.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
The Wild Thing And The Distinguished Gentleman
When Tilde and me were driving on our way to meet Baxter the Hovawart I was filled with anticipation. Baxter would be one of the few 13½ year aged Hovawarts I would have the privilege of meeting face to face.
Thursday, November 3, 2016
The Lost Grandchild, Tilde's Roots
Family: Tilde, Eska, and Candi |
Friday, October 21, 2016
You Get The Hovawart You Want
"Tilde!" A handful of sand hit me on the back of my head, and I felt it seeping down my neck where it changed the inside of my jacket's color into a piece of sandpaper. I reached out for Tilde, who was digging a sandpit behind me, when the next salvo hit my outreached hand and the sand continued its path up my sleeve.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
The Head Of The Snake
Leave it !!!
My heart skipped a beat when I realized what Tilde was sniffing. We just got out the door for a walk and hadn't even reached the end of the driveway when she noticed something and rushed over for a sniff. It was a viper - the common European viper, or adder - the only venomous snake living in Denmark.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized what Tilde was sniffing. We just got out the door for a walk and hadn't even reached the end of the driveway when she noticed something and rushed over for a sniff. It was a viper - the common European viper, or adder - the only venomous snake living in Denmark.
Thursday, July 28, 2016
The Hovawart That Won't Wart
After two busy weeks in which an army of workers, inspectors, real-estate agents and curious neighbors visited our house, I am now one hundred percent sure. Tilde will never display any behavior of a guarding dog. She officially now is the Hovawart, that won't "wart".
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Furry Surprise
I had forgotten all about Kenzo's green stretch-leash. Yet there it was, hanging on a hook behind the kitchen's back door. I slowly reached out my hand as if it was a sacred object. I had forgotten all about it.
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