Today I’d like you to meet Kiesja, the labradoodle I wrote about earlier. It turns out she is not just an ordinary labradoodle: she is a Australian labradoodle, also known as the Australian Cobber Dog. Sorry I got that wrong, Kiesja!
I just read the brand specifications and it turns out that Kiesja is very friendly, active and social. Well, I already knew that and by the way, most dogs are. The brand is also designed to be good as a therapy dog and Kiesja told me she is in training to be one! That is exciting. She will visit elderly people and sick children and cheer them up. Nice, I hope they will have some slices of pizza for her as a reward!
Furthermore she likes doggy dancing and dog brainwork and stuff like that, so she is active all right. When we are together we don’t do things like that, we just run and play and fight a little. As girls do. Yes, we pull each others hair and since her hair is much longer than mine, I really like to do that!
This is her. Nice and furry, right?
I’d like you to meet Fred, my gentleman friend. He lives in the street behind us, that is how we know each other. He is a true gentleman and a full blood whippet. He walks in a graceful way and when he sees me, he gets so happy it looks as if he dances. He is kindhearted and very sensitive – one growl from another dog can make him wonder for days what he did to deserve it.
When I am with him, he lets me sleep on his bed and play with his toys – he has furry squeaky toys, I love them. M won’t buy them for me because she says I would rip them apart. Well, yes, I would. That is what they are for!
When I was little, I shared my bed with Fred:
I don’t do that anymore, of course, I am almost grown up! But we do go out together, sometimes. We like sniffing the air for cats and squirrels. Like me, he is super fast. M keeps us on a leash when we are out together, so unfortunately so far we never had the change to test which one of us is faster.
I think I am the fastest, but I am not entirely sure about this. Fred is bred for the races, you know, so he could be a tiny bit faster than I.
Today I’d like you to meet Zuid. She is more than a friend, she is my godmother. When I first came to my new home, Zuid was there. I had never been without other dogs in my life, so M thought it wise to have Zuid along when I arrived. Zuid is living with friends of M and P and they were glad to lend her out for this noble purpose.
She is everything you can wish for in a godmother. She is sweet, she let me jump on her and bite her in the ears and sleep next to her. Like this:
As you can see, I really appreciated her being there. She made me feel at home pretty quickly. Now that I have grown up, I am not allowed to bite her in the ears anymore, but she is still sweet. She plays and runs with me, although she is having trouble catching up. When she is too far behind I wait for her, so I can jump on her when she arrives. Oh, and in the forest we like to chase pigeons. If it is a very juicy pigeon, she is sometimes almost as fast as I am.
Sometimes we go to the beach together. Since she can’t walk that far from our home, we go by bike. I don’t let many dogs into my cargobike, but Zuid is allowed to (so is Hester and Boet). This is how we travel:
P.S. I am not looking at the camera, because I spotted a pigeon.
Some dogs can do it all. Guarding, hunting and digging holes. I am one of those dogs and so is Boet. Boet is my friend. When she was little, she looked almost as cute as I did:
Now she is a bit older and her blue eyes turned brown, but she is still gorgeous:
Nice smile, hey? Her breed, the Frisian Stabij, originates from the north of The Netherlands and had to do everything: guarding and hunting. We both love to fetch balls and we both are clever and independent. Come to think of it: maybe she has royal roots, too. Of some ancient Frisian line? I’ll ask her, next time I see her.
I just received a very cool picture of me and my friends. It was made some time ago, by Nicoline, my personal trainer. You know, the Dutch Dog Whisperer I told you about earlier.
In this picture, you see my friends and Nicoline’s own dog, Fiesta. She is the shepherd dog on the left. Fiesta is no longer with us, at least, not in her old, physical form. Humans don’t seem to notice, but we dogs do – of course! Our senses are so much better. If your deceased dog was truly your friend, he or she is still with you, looking after you. If you weren’t good to your dog, he probably is with you too and causing you a lot of distress. In case you are wondering where the hell all this misery is coming from all of sudden – now you know why!
Fiesta was a grand dog and she really loved Nicoline. And vice versa. I think she will do some good things to Nicoline in the coming years. Like… making her win the biggest price in a contest (a living rabbit!) and having the sun shining when she goes out. Important things like that.
Me and Fiesta did not get along very well, I must admit. She was the alpha bitch of the pack. Of course I challenged her, I am not a very shy dog, you know. But she gave me a hard time. I did manage to sleep in her bed once, oh sweet victory. But my successes with her were, well, limited.
Anyway, I won’t challenge her now. Not anymore. You cannot challenge totems, in case you didn’t know.
As a blogger, one should be honest, I just heard. I want to be an honest dog, so here I go. I have to make up with my friend Hester and I will write to her, which is easier for me than telling her I am sorry.
I am very sorry I attacked you in your house, yesterday. You weren’t there when I arrived and I was having a very pleasant time, playing with your toys and eating your food. But then, you came home. You walked right into the living room where I was, not suspecting you. You startled me and in a reflex I jumped on you and tried to bite you. Of course, you fought back. We could have had a nice big fight, but M and your boss would not allow it and M put me in the corridor. And that was it.
I’d like to apologize to you for wanting to chase you out of your own house. I’ve done a lot of thinking about it today and my conclusions are that it was not right. So: sorry. Shake paws?
There are a lot of dogs in my life. Not in my house, I won’t allow them in, but that is another story. M has friends with dogs and some of them became my friends, too. I will tell you all about them in this blog, because we have a lot of Adventures. In this post I’d like you to meet Hester.
This is Hester:
Hester is a special dog, because she is a moviestar! Truly: she played a part in three Dutch movies. As a… well, yes, a dog. These moviepeople don’t have any imagination…
Being a moviestar, she can be very cocky. Sometimes, if she is too perky, I have to correct her. I usually succeed, because I am much younger and stronger. I won’t tell how old she is, she will be raving mad if I do, but believe me, she is ancient.
When we don’t fight we play. My favorite play is when M throws a ball with a cord. I let Hester get it, because then I can pull it away from her. Like this:
Of course, I always win.