It’s still hard to believe, but I should accept somehow: Netty is not with me anymore.  Last Saturday she was sad and didn’t want to eat much. We made a blood test, and an ultrasound also. After that it was clear that this is the end of the road: Netty’s liver was full of small tumors, and there was a bigger one in her chest. I didn’t want to let this great dog suffering for weeks – so I said goodbye to her, and I hope that  I could protect her from a lot of pain this way.

If I have to say something about Netty, the first thing that comes into my mind is: she was a Good Dog. Her story was a proof that the real talent can be hidden for years, but sooner or later will show itself.  I bought her to one of my friends in 2001. She was living on his farm for seven years, I saw her frequently, but nothing more. And suddenly her owner said that he doesn’t want the dog anymore for different reasons – I ran for her without thinking. I had no expectations, I just would to give her a bit of love. But Netty showed soon that she is really special. She was very calm, confident and at the same time gentle with every living creature. She became a great therapy dog, helped me a lot every day, and was a good partner for my other dogs. She did so much for others, so I’m happy that I could do someting for her at the end and gave her a peaceful and painless death. I’m really proud that I knew her.

If you are a dog trainer,  people sometimes find you with strange questions. I was at a concert in December and I met there somebody who told me that his dog is hopeless, it’s just impossible to cut its hair, even the dog cosmetics could not do anything with it because the dog was so fierce and bity. Unfortunately I was always interested in everything that is hopeless, and the guy helped a lot to my boyfriend  in the last ten years, so I promised that I’ll visit him to see the dog.

We went there on this Sunday. When he opened the door, I saw  an extremely dirty dog, maybe a Puli, but it was hard to find out what is under the brownish-black coat. The owner told us that the dog is a white Pumi. The first reaction was that it just simply can’t be… And when I would to see closer the dog didn’t let me to touch, tried to bite. As he was moving I saw his inflamed eyes – it could be really painful to him, so of course that he tried to avoid our hands. I was sure that we have to do something urgently. So I called Heni, who is a dog cosmetics, and I can’t be grateful enough that she said yes for this challenge.