Feels like Christmas – or something like that

It’s more than a year already that we are working together with Canem Contact Team as a part of their show program. This year they’ve decided to prepare a nice handout for companies offering family events especially for the end of the year. It was obvious that we need for some photos of the team members. The idea was to take cute pictures of the dogs and I’ll appear just on a few photos, so I said yes happily.

Photoshooting with animals is always fun, and this one was not different either. I brought just the black-and-whites this time – and I don’t want to suggest that Goblin is not a natural supermodel (uhm…), but we had some really well trained and beautiful therapy dogs there. To tell the truth the whole place was covered by dogs: I had two, there were 3 in the house, plus two more for the photoshooting, and the photographer girl brought her own three dogs. I think there were 2 Labradors, 3 Golden Retrievers, a Hovawart, 2 Belgian Shepherd and 2 Border Collies, but they were moving permanently so it was hard to count. Our host is one of the most patient persons I’ve ever met. Sometimes she said on a low and friendly voice: ‘I think the neighbours are not happy with the barking’ or ‘it would be nice not to let the dogs to the bedroom’ or ‘maybe we could check if they are still inside or already on the street’. There was only one moment when her face changed its color: when a happy Tervueren burst into the room through the closed mosquito net door.

Please, not again!

That was the first thing that crossed my mind when I saw the dog sniffing around the schoolyard. We don’t have a dog there. Especially not such a big one. So I found a dog again, and this time I didn’t even move from the office just had a quick look through the window. I interrupted an on-line chat that I was in like this: ‘I have to go, I’ll explain it later but I’ve just found a huge dog’. The answer was: ‘In the school, you mean? What kind of drugs are you on?’ It seems that I’m still not a master of first impressions.

Fortunately I had some dog treats and a leash with me (one of the mysteries of a woman’s bag). The dog was friendly, so I put her on a leash and went to the vet two blocks from the school. For them I am the Chick with Lost Dogs, because I visit them frequently just to check the microchip of different creatures that I’ve just found. There was an address and a phone number in the database. It turned out that the number is not correct. I had to go back to the school for a meeting, so I took the dog with me. She was ok, maybe a bit bored but friendly to everyone.

This can happen only in Hungary

From time to time we are invited to make small demos at company events. Since last year I’m a kind of partner of Canem Contact Team. They are trainers for therapy dogs, and as their dogs are extremely patient and a bit slow, for some demos they need a bit of swing. If you know my dogs you know exactly what do I mean.

Last Saturday it was another cooperation day for us: we were invited to a small village as a part of a whole day entertaining program for families. It took place at a farmhouse, so our audience were about twenty children, their parents, some chicken and sheep. I can’t explain how happy Moss were about the extraordinary circumstances. Fortunately she is obedient enough to keep the focus anyway, and I felt wise and far-seeing because after a bit of hesitation I left Goblin at home.

Achilles, heel!

I just simply love to build  a beautiful heelwork as a trainer. You know that type of heelwork when the dog looks like a sticker on your leg and your trousers are always dirty on the same spot because of the permanent body contact.


I was sure I know exactly how to do it – and then Goblin has arrived to our life.

Suddenly I had a dog with very high drive and very short legs. That’s an interesting combination. I’m sure that every terrier owner knows what happened at the first heelwork lesson. Yes, you are right: a jumping dog that bites off your fingers everytime when reaches them.  At that Goblin has a very short and strong neck with wide shoulders, and because of this it’s very uncomfortable, almost impossible for her to keep the optimal eye-contact position. For a long time the best that we could achieve was this:


Save me from my dog and pay for it

These weeks I’m checking more frequently “dogs for sale” and ‘dogs to rehome’ advertisements.  By scanning the most popular sites you can discover that the ads have their own secret language. I think now I have enough experience to decode them and share the hidden contents with you.

Here are some expressions with a bit of help how to read them.

‘Due to family reasons’

My husband said or the dog or him


‘Very playful’

I can’t sleep at night because the dog covers the bed with random objects and barks to my face


‘Only to a flat’

It’s a fence climbing champion


‘Stufersire terrier for sale’

I don’t have the slightest idea what do I have in the backyard, but I need the money


‘The mother is a border collie and the puppy looks like his mother’

At least five males were in our garden in those two weeks and I have no idea which one was the winner


‘With unique coat color’

It’s black and tan with brindle spots on his back