Welcome to the new site. I think I managed to get aaaallll the posts and comments with me over here.
Now we own the domain, which is: czechoslovakian-wolfdog.com
It will change in the top to: tjekkoslovakisk-ulvehund.dk, which is the Danish name for Czechoslovakian wolfdog.
I’ve had this domain for almost two years, but it took courage to move from the official WordPress to here. But it’s done. Welcome!
New year 2015
Pandora the Ice Queen
It’s been a long time since I wrote last time. As usual a lot has happened in my life, but no so much in Pandora’s.
For quite some time now, we have met with her best friends, Uno and Xtreme on regular basis and the three crazyheads have their own little pack. They go so well together and being with them just makes my day. I love these furry warriors together.
My husband Morten, and Uno and Xtremes ‘dad’ Rolf, takes a lot of photos, and have they done well!
So many wonderful pictures, which is always uploaded to Facebook for you to watch.
Go visit Pandora here:
Training success using the clicker
The end of August 2014 I started an education as a Clicker Trainer Instructor. I will finish in May and be ‘able’ to train people training their dogs.
I won’t necessarily do that, but I’ve done this training to do something together with Pandora, and wauw is she good!
I will fill you in later on, but let me just tell you that the girl can now do 20-25 tricks.
15 of these must be shown at the examen in May. Amongst these will be barking on command, walking backwards, fetch, fetch and deliver item in a bowl, tracking, lay down, sit, stand on command, walk in leash and do the doggy zen, which is: ‘Not taking the goodies before the command “ok” is given’.
Apart from these basic skills she can: twist, spin, bow, circle, walk between my legs forwards and backwards, walk heel on both sides and so on.
EVERYTHING is taught using the clicker.
NONE of these tricks are obtained by force or using the command No!
In January Pandora met Frederikke. A 3 month old wolfdog girl that Rolf was baby sitting.
I was a little excited as to how Pandora would manage. But she did fantastic. The little girl imidiately saw Pandora as her ‘mum’, and Pandora treated her as she should. Like a puppy. Frederike was allowed to do everything to Pandora and it was so great to see the natural reaction from ll the big dogs, take caution to the little one, but also telling her what not to do.
We took some pictures, but you can find more on Pandora’s Facebook.
Frederikke and Pandora
Frederikke watching the grown-ups discuss the rules
Summer. The hottest in many years. Wolfdog owners will know that this is not the favourite season of the year for our breed.
It’s quite a while since my last post. The more stable and reliable Pandora gets, the more difficult it is to find crazy stories to tell.
This should actually be a comfort for those with young (below 3 years old) wolfdogs. Are you struggling with your dogs obedience, have patience. There will come a day.
For about 3 years we have been doing clicker training. The basics of this kind of training is using only positive learning.
Never on the training court have I needed to verbally correct, yank or otherwise stop Pandora during these training sessions. Therefore both Pandora and I are always looking forward to the training sessions, and Pandora is so vigilant and observant, that you could almost think she was a ‘normal’ dog. Meaning: easy trainable.
Actually the last couple of times the instructor has wanted to show something in ‘class’, she has asked Pandora and I to show how it should be done! Crazy! We are in the top of the class, who would ever have thought that? 3 years ago we were the absolute bottom of any class!
And then … sigh. Our clever and wonderful instructor Lene Frahm is taking a break for the rest of the year.
To train her own dogs! What’s that about??
Anyway, there’s a small risk that she takes an even longer leave and what are we supposed to do then, Pandora and I? I have to train now and then with others.
I mean, we train almost every day on smaller bases. In the kitchen, on the walks, whenever. But now and then we need company and inspiration.
So I have decided to participate in a course which will make me an instructor in clicker training.
It is quite expensive, but guess what? I may bring the girl with me, and that makes it worth all the money.
I’m supposed to start in September, and after that, I’ll let you know.
Too much of a bone
Now and then Pandora gets a HUGE bone. It must be the thigh of a cow or something, dried or smoked. Anyway, she doesn’t really get happy for these. She gets worried. She starts crying and you can actually see the concern in her eyes.
‘What am I supposed to do with this, y’think? Where should I put it?’
She’ll enjoy it for one day or so, and then – if she gets the chance – she’ll dig it down.
That’s what happened one day we were sitting at the terrace. She had found the bone in the living room and now she came into the garden with it.
Sneaking. In stealth mode, she hid behind a bush and started digging. The logic is: If she can’t see us, we can’t see her.
After the digging she used her snout to cover the bone in the dirt. This took quite a while as it was a big bone.
The work done, she walked away and came over to us, sitting on the terrace, just to make sure we hadn’t seen anything.
Her snout was very dirty so I brushed it and discovered a huge abrasion on the rubbery part of her nose. All the black was gone and the blood was oozing through. Poor girl. So much hard work and then an ugly and annoying wound.
For two weeks she had a scar in bright pink. Luckily it finally turned black as it should, but now we are very aware when she gets a bone.
Friends and bones
Summer and camping. First we went to the western ocean, to Rømø (Roemoe) a small island with the best beach in the world. We have been there many times before.
Last year Pandora was afraid of the waves. This summer she didn’t care.
Do notice that, as we are talking about a change in self confidence even after she has turned 4 year.
Anyway, we had the camper very near a water post. This meant that people were constantly stopping near our place to pick up water. Also a lot of dogs walked by.
This was a great exercise for the girl, as after 5 hours she didn’t bother about anything any more.
As you can see on the picture (of our very lopsided tent) Pandora is lying in front of the tent with no leash, just relaxing.
So wolfdog owners: there is still hope!
Rømø Camping, no leash
The week after we went camping with Rolf, Uno and Xtreme. We went to the Scandinavian Animal Zoo to see wolves amongst other things. The goal was Kaloe and Kaloe Cove, to see and photograph the castle ruin there.
This time we were just camping with a tent, not the camper.
3 dogs and 3 humans in the tent at night and it all went very well. The only downside was the heat. It was so hot that we hardly managed to do anything in the middle of the day, but I hope it’s not the last time we are taking a trip like that together.
A princess at the top of the castle at Kalø Vig (Kaleo Cove)
Friends – not for the touchy
We socialize all the time. With wolf dogs, other dogs and people.
Dariusz is Pandoras’ ‘baby’. She’s known him since he was a little one, now he is a BIG one.
One day when Dariusz was visiting, Pandora got ill and was vomiting.
What are friends for? Dariusz and Pandora shared the puke and ate it all up. Cheers!
Mouth water, the best there is
We went for a swim in our lake. On our way back we met some people with 3 dogs. One of them was a New Foundlander. The big dog sweat and was drooling, heavily dripping on the ground.
We nodded ‘hello’ and walked on, Pandora next to me in her leash. You could actually follow the trace back from the New Foundlander as its mouth water was visible pools at the side of the road. Pandora saw some mouth water hanging from the grass and took a big ‘slurp’ and ate (drank?) it.
No wonder dogs get ill!
Visit from Freybug
We met him last year as a small puppy, now he was a young boy about Pandoras’ size.
Neither my husband or i was there when Freybug arrived to our place. It was Auntie B who welcomed Freybug and his ‘dad’.
For some reason Pandora got extremely angry at Freybug. If she was insecure without her humans or something tricked her, we don’t know, but he was told to ‘stay away’ in a very harsh tone. Snarling and barking at him.
As I arrived a few minutes later, we decided to take the dogs for a walk. And within 5 minutes there was no longer any problems. Some misunderstanding had happened when they met, and then it was over.
It was nice to meet Freybug and his ‘dad’, who (the human) has a very positive attitude towards his dog.
In June we were invited to a camp arranged by Auntie B and Johnni from Sealand.
We were in need of time as we (Cirkus Sort, our fire show) had been performing at the big CopenHell festival. For 3 days Pandora was taken care of by Auntie B. It’s the first time we have been away from Pandora for so long. Luckily we knew she were in the best of hands and the solution was so much better than bringing her to a kennel.
After three days we met our girl at the camp, where Auntie had taken her.
It was a very happy – but tired – girl that met us.
That day I had promised to tell about clicker and motivation training. I used Pandora to show what we could, but she was extremely lazy. She did a ‘fetch’ in the slowest possible way, but she did it.
I hope the people participating did understand the effect of clicker training after all. They seamed positive, at least.
The next day I told about doing tracks, and everybody did a track with much success.
The camp also had a visit from a well know wolf expert Freddy Worm. He told about his wifes training of a wolf, which she had brought to obedience training.
Freddy is such a nice person, and his stories about wolves, you could listen to forever.
Back to work
Now our holiday has ended and I am back to work with Pandora by my side.
It’s still hot outside so she is pretty relaxed. all in all it has been a wonderful dog summer. with lots of friends and socialization. The most important thing in a wolf dogs life.
Bye for now, I’ll write soon I hope. Enjoy the rest of your summer out there.
I’m actually very bad at remembering taking pictures. Especially because my husband takes photos on all our trips. If you want to see more pictures from our holidays and daily life, please visit Pandoras’ Facebook, where you can see all the gorgeous photos of her and her friends.
This blog post has been on its way for some time, but as I am not a complainer, I have hesitated. But just to set facts straight, this is my first post this year. Pandora took care of the former.
Goodbye in 2013
The year 2013 was pretty hard for me.
I lost a friendship with someone I thought was the closest person to me.
I lost my mom into the haze of dementia.
I lost my job in the end of November because I said to my boss I needed to recover from stress. Slam! Next day I was sacked.
Hello destiny 2014
Raising myself in January 2014 I started my own business.
The greatest thing about that is, that my darling princess Pandora is with me every day.
I work with Content Marketing and I love it. I want to work 24/7 but I have to relax once in a while.
Pandora and I go to work every morning joining in at someone else’s office. And see! In that office is a White German Shepherd, Blanco, and these two dogs can enjoy each others company every day.
My business is in Danish, but do visit my homepage WWW.ZIGNS.DK just to see the look of it (and for Google to see me), and by that,
support my business so Pandora can continue to go to work with me.
It’s not all black.
We have spend a lot of time together with our good friend Rolf and his darling dogs Uno and Xtreme.
I’ll post a single picture here, but Morten, my husband and Rolf are having good times photo battling almost every weekend, and you can see the photos on Pandora’s Facebook.
Pandora, Uno and Xtreme by the lake
Humanz are trainable
Mum sayz its difficult to write to the blog, as I am alwayz the same.
Perfect, wonderful and good.
She calls me The Princess except this morning when I licked her eyelids to make her wake up. Then she called me something else.
I do other tricks to make’em pay attention. Like when mum and dad are sitting in the living-room, looking at that stupid box with the soundz and moving pictures …
If they are too cosy, with blankets and stuff, I grab the corner of the blanket with me teeth and start pulling. The more I pull the more they complain.
Well, get it human! Move your bum and take a walk … with me.
It seams to work ‘cos although the scream like kittenz, they also smile and do something to satisfy me. That means walk or goodies!
They are easy trainable.
Guard, Mila and the treasures
I meet up with me friends now and then. I mean, I have friends all over the world but lately I met up with Guard and Mila from Cow-bone-haven. Guard told me that he didn’t succeed much in training his humanz.
Julia, Guards mum, went abroad, and Guard and Mila spend time alone with daddyPatrick.
One morning when Patrick woke up, he waz buried in empty salmon bags, empty pate boxes and other empty food containers. I guess the problem waz, that Patrick perhapz did not appreciate the gifts as much as Guard and Mila had expected.
He didn’t understand that me two furry friendz brought these fine gifts to their Master. Instead he complained about the fact that Guard and Mila had emptied the treasure bin – uh, garbage bin.
No, not easy trainable Guards humanz.
Guard and Mila, photo by Yule Fudakowska
Daddy and the ice lolly
But people. Y’know those on two legs. They don’t get it.
It’s winter here. Snow finally. It took for ever to come.
Well me and me dad went out one night for a walk. Dad wore all his clothes. Hat, gloves, jacket, muffler – you name it. I wore me fur!
Along the road I found thiz amazing frozen, little, delicious cat pooh. I totally forgot daddys denial of this delicacy, so I grabbed it and sucked, enjoying the sharp, wonderful taste of the yellow-brown ice melting.
I almost fell out of me fur when daddy started jumping up and down, waving his hands in the air, shouting and complaining.
“Pandora, don’t eat that shit. Come on spit it out!”
I refused. This waz sooooo good and just because he is vegetarian I don’t have to be!
So I kept sucking.
“Pandora, spit! It’s disgusting.”
The he did the most awful thing:
He bend down over me, forcing me jaw to open and then he put hiz fingers in me mouth and pulled out what waz left of me little ice lolly.
Imagine having these woollen, hand-knitted, sticking gloves in your mouth. Well who’s is disgusting now Mister?
On our way home dad talked to him self as he walked with his hands far away from his nose. Fingers sticking out like an idjet.
I had no compassion for him. He stole my ice lolly.
Blanco or shopping
Yesterday mum went to an appointment. Not important, just something about a new costumer.
Anyway, meanwhile I waz to stay with me new friend Blanco. I cried a little. Not because I missed mum, but because Blanco’s humanz shouldn’t forget me y’know.
Finally they decided to let my out into the garden.
I got the idea that perhaps mum waz just down the street, so … I ran to the street.
As I couldn’t see her, I continued down the road. I turned the corner and hey! There waz the shop that mum often goes to. Perhaps she waz there?
So I went to the shop, took a stray between the shelves (and didn’t even stop at the dog accessories department), but mum wasn’t there, so I left the shop and went back towards Blanco’s home.
A car stopped and a woman called me. It waz Blanco’s mummy human. She waz out looking for me.
Really? I waz just on my way back home. No big deal, huh?
When mum finally came back I waz a little exhausted.
Humanz. They are so concerned. I mean, as long as there is mice and garbage in the roadside, I don’t see the problem. I could easily do on my own for a week or two, although mums bed is preferable for a good nights sleep.
That’s all for now. Stay safe and remember, a wolfdog is a wolfdog is a wolfdog!
The great escape
Sometimes fantasy cannot compete with reality.
I our nearest city we have a shopping area. Stores lie side by side. Car equipment, clothes, Pet shops, furniture etc.
Today my husband went into the city to buy a (for a man very important) gismo in the car equipment store. He brought Pandora along, leaving her in the car as he went for the shopping spree.
Pandora is in heat. When in heat I feel instinctively that I cannot trust her the same way as usual.
She gets a little restless, lacks attention and seems to have her mind somewhere else. Probably in the neighbours garden.
This afternoon, she complains a little as my husband leaves the car, Pandora often whimpers a little when left.
But today, as soon as ‘daddy’ is out of sight, she starts working.
Throwing herself against the cage door several times to shake the handles loose. She has succeeded once before a couple of month ago, so why not again?
Soon she’s out of the cage and in the main of the car.
A small opening between the window and the doorframe has been left open. She starts to work on that, too, and finally the window opens enough to let her out.
The nearest shop? The Pet shop!
The well-known paradise with all the goodies, bones and toys. Pandora’s been there many times.
She enters and before anyone understands that this dog is WITHOUT a human, she steals the biggest goody in the shelf and runs back to the parking lot.
People from the shop follow her as she crosses one of the biggest and heavily trafficked roads in town, and vanishes into a small wood.
My husband leaves the car shop and is surprised to meet three people in the parking lot that ask him:
– Do you by any chance own a dog that looks like a wolf?
After chasing the crazy girl for a couple of minutes, my husband finally succeeds and captures the culprit.
I am now indifferent whether I should laugh at the theft in the pet shop or feel terrified because she crossed a potentially deadly road.
I think I’ll choose the first as nothing happened.
Pandora van Goverwelle, thief and culprit
New training and experiences
Though Pandora is in heat, she did surprise me last night as we went to training and she was so very alert and clever.
We started this seasons ‘click and motivation’, tricks and positions based on Dog dancing themes.
We tried dog dancing in the spring and found it challenging and educational. (The correct term is actually Heelwork To Music — HTM)
Pandora found it funny too, and since we haven’t been training for about two month, Pandora is now very motivated.
Everything went well last night, she obviously learned stuff and went all the way without getting unconcentrated after half an hour.
I was proud as a Olympic winner when we went home with a fabulous experience.
Wolfdog camp and rescue training
In June we had a private wolfdog camp. The first in Denmark in many years.
Me and Dariusz’ daddy Arne planned the camp with help from Auntie B.
Everything went very well. The dog owners thought it all worked out well.
The highlight of the weekend was a surprise event I had arranged Saturday afternoon.
All dog (we were about 13) went to a Rescue training site for rescue dogs.
I can still feel the longing for that day.
This was Pandora’s training paradise. Climbing into burned out cars and houses, finding people buried in piles of bricks, searching rooms filled with soot and old stuff. All these things she did so well. No fear of heights or moving platforms. It was like a miracle.
The combination of using: the snout, the intelligence and the body, was like she was made for exactly that.
Oh, how I wish we could train that way instead of obedience and meaningless stuff.
Lately we have had the pleasure of spending a lot of time together with Rolf and his two gorgeous dogs, Uno and Xtreme.
Pandora, Uno and Xtreme by the lake. Photo: Rolf
Uno being 8 years old and Xtreme 5, is great company for Pandora. She has now reached adulthood herself and doesn’t need to play all day long. A few minutes of trying to kiss the boys every now and then, and an occasionally running in the meadow is perfect. These three dogs together hands found peace and relaxation between them. They enjoy each other’s company but can also work separately.
They have been swimming, playing, traveling, been with us at museums, in parks, in the forest and so on. Treetop walking was a funny experience and again Pandora did it without hesitation.
Pandora, tree top walking. Photo: Rolf
It’s very exciting to watch the differences between the three dogs. The quiet and calm Xtreme, the energetic and ‘I’m right here’ Uno. Pandora is something in between.
But also what differs the sexes. What the boys do and what the girl does. How they interact and what sort of signals they use.
It has been a very entertaining and educational time.
Two weeks in June, we took care of Dariusz. For a while we had four dogs under our roof and it wasn’t always easy, especially as the two males, Dariusz and Xtreme didn’t actually love each other. But it went out fine, also.
Pandora and Dariusz sleeping on the sofa
Now we’re back to normal. My husband goes back to work in September and Pandora will go back to her routines.
May you all enjoy the late summer.
REMEMBER you can follow Pandora on:
Facebook: Pandora van Goverwelle
Hello dear wolfdog fan.
Just want to you tell you, that our book, which I have talked about for more than a year, is now available in Danish.
The Danish title is: Tjekkoslovakisk ulvehund – manualen vi ikke fik med.
In English it would be: Czechoslovakian wolfdog – the missing manual.
Book in Danish: Tjekkoslovakisk Ulvehund, manualen vi ikke fik med
The book is written together with Auntie B, and it’s humouristic and very different.
Should it be translated?
Help us, dear reader, would you like to see this book translated?
Please let me know in the poll below.
Two years ago auntie B came into our lives. She send a poem about her beloved Cember, and it brought us together, that autumn, and we have been friends ever since.
(read: A poem and a goodbye)
From the first day, she was one of Pandora’s favourite humans. And Auntie B totally lost her heart to my wolf princess, and who can blame her?
This spring Auntie B decided to leave us and go back to the capital in hope of getting a job.
The financial crises which has changed the life for many people all over the world, had got to us and caused this heart-breaking farewell.
From taking really long walks two-three times a week, the three of us: Auntie B, Pandora and I, we are now just Pandora and I.
B has been gone for two months now, and really, I thought I had adjusted. Until last Sunday as I went home from training together with Pandora. I had laid a track for her, and as I drove home it was like Auntie B should be in the car seat next to me. She was there last summer.
And the memory made me cry all the way home.
Well Copenhagen, our capital is placed at the eastern side of Sjælland. The island we, in everyday speech, call The Devils Island. Actually you could translate Sjæl land into soul island, and the island stole our soul mate Ms. B
We have seen Auntie B three times since she moved to the capital, so it’s not like we’ll never see each other again. I think Pandora finds it quite weird that her favourite human has changed flat, and visiting B is a whole world of new smells.
All I can say is that Auntie B has become our angel. The one who always loved Pandora and who always listened and offered comfort or a good reply to difficult human problems.
We miss you, Auntie and you don’t have to hide your wings.
Kissing Auntie B
As I said, we have been visiting Auntie B since she moved away.
And last time we were so lucky to meet with Rolf, Uno and Xtreme whom we haven’t seen for two years. It was so wonderful. We also met Fenrir and his ‘father’ Steen. Also Johnni and Kazan was there. It was very joyful days for Pandora who was the only girl and therefore capable of playing with all of the boys with no problems at all.
One thing that we observed with this gang was, that Fenrir, 8 month, wanted to play with Pandora. Xtreme, 5 years had a special interest in Pandora, but Pandora was only really interested (the love material way) in Uno.
Uno must be considered the Alpha male wolfdog in this pack, and Pandora considered herself as the Alpha female (there were no competitors anyway).
Whenever someone passed the garden on the sidewalk, or when Rolf and I walked with Uno, Xtreme and Pandora, only the two ‘alphas’ reacted to ‘danger’ or strangers. Xtreme and Fenrir could relax and did so, confident that the ‘alphas’ would take care of business.
A white German
Followed by: Uno, Xtreme, Pandora and Ferir
(No dogs were harmed under photo shooting 😉 )
That’s how I interpreted it and the observation made me proud as I feel this breed still speak ‘wolfish’ and understand each other and every ones business in the pack.
The photos below are taken by Rolf who is such a clever photographer.
Auntie B surrounded by: F.L.
Pandora, Fenrir, Uno and Xtreme
Pandora, 4 years, status
I can’t believe that Pandora turned 4 May the 3rd.
My girl is way too old. Soon, in 12-14 years she’ll die of age!
I hate that time takes small but deadly bites of my loved ones.
My 4 year wolfdog is so very different from her at the age of 1-2 and 3 years.
Pandora now can stay in our garden without constant observation. The garden isn’t fenced in but she stays and has done so for a year. We do of course keep an eye on her, as with a wolfdog you can never say never.
Pandora can sometimes walk without a leash in the street, but here she’s not completely stabile and never will be.
But she can be let loose and won’t run away and when I call her, she comes. Every time now. It may take a minute sometimes, but she comes.
She can do agility without running away. Actually she is pretty good.
She can leave the cats alone, even if they run in the garden.
She doesn’t often jump up of people anymore, but it slips occasionally.
Her favourite sport is still doing a track and she is magnificent.
She doesn’t really bite things to pieces in her daily two hours alone. And then … only a month ago she destroyed a plastic bowl, moved our pillows around and tore a carbon box to pieces. Nothing serious, but the restlessness in a wolfdodg will never go away I think.
Pandora van Goverwelle by Rolf Larsen
I love my wolf princess. Every day with her is a blessing and she makes our life a lot brighter in the darker days.
REMEMBER you can follow Pandora on:
Facebook: Pandora van Goverwelle
Well, not much new happens when you’ve got an almost four year old dog, but I’ll update you anyway.
A new cat
Today, this afternoon we’re going to have one more cat. We lost our beautiful Oden half a year ago and Shiva, our feline female has way too much energy for her own good. Now she’ll get at friend.
I’m very excited how Pandora will react. When she came to the house four years ago it took two YEARS to make her and the cats respect each other. Hopefully it won’t take this long this time.
My warning on this blog, you can read under WARNING!, well it seems this guy has decided to spit out wolfdogs to complete defenceless people.
So far I have been in touch with three of his buyers. People who now have a wolfdog but think the bought a Labrador. I cannot say it clear enough: Stay away from this guy. It is so completely idiotic to sell Czechoslovakian Wolfdogs as ‘easy’ dogs. That is disrespect for the breed and a very unsympathetic way to make money, which seems to be all he wants. Thank god I also know of people who chose not to buy from him.
From now on, I’ll be in constant fear that these new owners don’t know what they are dealing with and therefore will create bad dogs with bad temper. Why the hell make puppies when all you can do is ruin the breed?
My girl has a boyfriend.
The small, cute wolfdog Dariusz is no longer a small cute puppy. He is a big, gorgeous 73 cm tall teenager.
I loooove when my girl and her boyfriend meet and they scour the areas together. Especially our grave pit is a paradise for these two.
Dariusz and Pandora scouring
Then they walk or run shoulder by shoulder, sniffing to the same plants, bath in the same small ponds and then kick each others arses.
They are the perfect couple and it is so obvious that this is the same breed, they talk the same language.
I must say though, when these two wolfs play, people around them think they are in heavy fight. They always greet each other standing on the hind legs, showing teeth and snarling. That is real lov!
Often they are misunderstood because of thier rough play and sounds, but they are really harmless.
I told about Pandora’s allergy some time ago.
By now we have tried homeopathy, change of food and lately we ended the vaccination program from te vet.
Nothing has helped.
She is now on Medrol whit is adrenocortical hormone and not very good for the body. We try to only medicate her Sunday and Wednesday, and that is perfect, the doctor says, if just the body get a free day in between, she won’t be hurt. Oh my god, my little girl.
I’ll keep looking for solutions the rest of her life. Any ideas are welcome.
I could have danced all night …
Here it comes. We are going to attend a course in Dogdancing.
People look at me and say: A wolfdog dancing??
Well I haven’t told Pandora that dancing is girlie, and that music to training sessions is a no go, so she’ll think we are doing funny things just for her so who are YOU TO CARE (husband?)
As Pandora is very good at clicker training, Heelwork to music ( which it’s also called) is going to be fun. It’s just a weekend but we look forward to it. I’ll let you know all about it when we’re done.
Two things I’ve seen since last time:
Winter, dark, almost black nights. Pandora sees all. When we go for our evening walk, at a specific point we turn left via another road. Twice this week, a person was walking behind us. Far away, hundred meters or so.
When Pandora and I turn left, she observes this person whom has not yet turned our way. She can hardly walk as she has to look at him, observe him. The exact same second that man walk straight out, NOT turning our way, she stopped paying attention to him. That means she knows he is no longer a thread and she knows which direction he is heading. Smart!!
One day we were having a cosy time on the couch.
Pandora was licking a small plastic bowl with whipped cream (Well it was weekend), the bowl starts to slip over the edge of the sofa. Then Pandora takes it in her mouth, gently, like this was the most natural thing in the world, she moves it back to sit in front of her legs.
I cannot describe how controlled this look. The movement were so gentle and conscious, like a humans controlled moves.
My girl never stops to amaze me.
I, Pandora, just wanted to say merry X-mas.
Me dad’s weird. He brought in a tree from the garden.
Since when was that smart? Is it now outdoor rules or indoor rules that count? Can I mark it with my delicate urin?
Mum’s in the kitchen making whipped cream for something the eat for christmas dinner.
In Denmark we, I mean humans, celebrate Christmas in the evening and run around the tree (I cant wait for that part) after dinner and then hand out gifts to eachother, and most importantly, me!
Mum says that some of you guys, must wait until tomorrow with the presents.
Thank the Fenris wolf it’s not me. Or I would just open them tonite when everyone’s asleep.
Target training in the kitchen
Well anyway, mum whipped cream and let me clean the bowl. After that she wanted me to do a thing she calls target training involving the broom from Hell.
God I hate that one.
Everyday this broom is staring at me from the wall near me dinner bowls and everyday I have to watch out it won’t attack me while eating. So far the broom hasn’t dared to come for me but its just a matter of time, and mum wants me to – to – to y’know TOUCH it. With me snout!
The Broom from hell
And there she stood with susages of the best kind asking, beggin’ and what did I do?
I touched it of course. Mum’s jumpin’ up and down telling me I was nice.
Hey mum, I know!
And then she said: “Tomorrow we target train on the vacuumer”.
THE VACUUMER?! Is she gone mad?
Well I did see her smile idioticly to the wall so perhaps it’s a joke. But its no fun, mum. Not at all.
But so far I conquered the broom. What will you conquer this christmas? And next year?
Tired and waiting for X-mas
Now I’ll take a nap and wait for me friend Lucky to celebrate X-mas with me.
So until next time: have a very happy christmas and a fantastic new year.
Pandora vG :>
The trip, Part I – The Customs
Autumn. ‘All the leaves are brown …’ the song goes, and they are, here in Denmark.
Last week it was schools holiday here, and my husband and I also took some days off. To go to the island Bornholm – also called the sunshine island – together with Auntie B.
Denmark is small, but to go to Bornholm, you’ll have to sail. (Hence the island-thing.)
Pandora looking good
Our main focus was to sail for as short a time as possible, ‘cos we did not know how Pandora would react to the ferry trip. This meant we had to go through Sweden, driving to the Swedish town Ystad and sail to Bornholm.
This is two hours by car and almost two hours by the ferry. And to cross the Swedish border, all Pandora vaccinations had to be in order or else we would be send back with a fine for illegal transportation of animals. So, Pandora is always vaccinated against any relevant illness inclusive Rabies which is the most important when going to Sweden.
Leaving home early Wednesday morning, we crossed the border around 11 o’clock, passing the Oeresunds Bridge into Sweden (This bridge is the actual Bridge from the tv series The Bridge, if anyone’s interested).
In the customs in Sweden, we were stopped!
The custom officer looked at Pandora and said:
– You have to go to the people over there.
We drove the car to the ‘people over there’, which was three customs officers, four men with photo cameras, one with a movie camera and for me it felt like there was a bunch of other people running around.
A very kind guy explained that they had a campaign in Sweden regarding transportation of animals, including dogs and smaller pets. They asked to see Pandora’s passport and she was requested out of the car so they could scan her chip (placed in the neck right under the skin).
I was a little nervous. We just had a new passport made for her, as the old one has vanished into god-knows-where, and the new one therefor only have the rabies vaccination listed and the vet even made a correction at the first page with correction tape, which I hoped the Swedish customs officer wouldn’t see as an attempt of forgery.
Bringing Pandora out of the car was also kind of exciting. She hated the cameras (movie star or not) and she was very confused of all the people around her.
Luckily the Swedish customs officers were kind and helpful.
We walk away from the crowd and the guy with the chip scanner was gentle and non-threatening as he scanned Pandora.
I crossed my fingers and hoped the number on his screen was the same as the one in the passport, as we had never had it checked.
It was. Actually everything was so much in order that we were praised for the good work and was told that Pandora’s papers were better than ok.
We were ‘set free’ and could continue our trip across Sweden.
The Trip, part II – Sailing
Entering the ferry was no problem to Pandora. She showed no fear of the noise on the car deck and when we left the car to go into the ferry cantina, she was fearless. Indoor though, she stressed and gasp for breath.
The problem was to get space in the cafeteria. There was an area for people with dogs, but it was occupied by people with children. And did they make room for us when we came? NO!
Did they give us the possibility to eat our dinner at the dog-owners-table? No!
So we had to bunch together to eat and to nurse Pandora. She was a little stressed, but she took it very fine.
There were several dogs on the ferry, but Pandora just watched them, didn’t react to them, but somehow it made her more comfortable. If the other dogs didn’t die, she might not either.
Holiday, hotel and hot sun
Well arrived to our hotel, Strandhotellet, we had a small room, but it was okay. I asked if Pandora could go with us to the restaurant, and they said she could.
Great. Now we knew that if it was impossible to find other places to eat on the island we could bring Pandora with us to the restaurant of the hotel.
You see, in the summer time, it’s no problem. We can always eat outside, but in the autumn, it’s a lot colder and eating outdoor is not just a very cold experience, it might also be impossible if the restaurant won’t serve outside.
But let me say: Our four days at Bornholm turned out to be the best and most sunny days since July.
Every day except Sunday, we were able to eat outside.
Pandora kissing Auntie B.
Bornholm is very different from the rest of Denmark. Denmark is known to be quite flat. No hills, no mountains, no rocks. Except for Bornholm, which is solid rock all the way around.
This also makes trekking a lot harder and walking with a dog a lot more dangerous. Therefor I had brought Pandora’s harness. If she fell from a rock, I wouldn’t strangle her, but be able to lift her back to me.
But Pandora hates her harness. HATES!
Actually she gets mentally castrated by it. Seriously. The second she had it on, she went completely depressive, unhappy and definitely not in any danger – we thought.
But visiting an old ruin, a medieval fortress Hammershus, the silly dog jump up on a low wall. On the other side of the wall there was more than 10 meters drop into nothing. I tugged Pandora down quickly, and while we all got our nerves together she had an even shorter leash.
After that, the harness had to stay on her most of the time, but oh dear, did she hate it.
Pandora at Hammershus, frustrated by the harness.
We had many nice walks during the days. The weather was fantastic and both at middays and in the evening we were able to go to restaurants and eat outside. Pandora behaved like an angel.
Every day we bought raw biodynamic beef for her in the supermarket so she was quite spoiled.
The Opal lake
One day we took a walk around an artificial lake called the Opal Lake.
The Opal lake seen from above
It’s very beautiful and the colour of the wather is opal blue. I guess perhaps there is 2-3 kilometres all the way around and again, Pardora was in the harness as the edge was a steep fall at more than 20 meters.
As we got all the way around, there was a path where we could go to the lakeshore and let Pandora free.
She went completely crazy-happy. Running around and jumping into the lake swimming. Those of you who follow this blog, might know that Pandora swims, but not much.
She did that day. Obviously she needed to cool down. And after her swim, she found a spot in the lake and there she stood relaxing. Observing her surroundings, not moving at all. She might have needed to cool down. She was sooo sweet, just sitting there.
After that, she seemed refreshed and we found another sport where she could let out some steam before we had to go back to the hotel.
Pandora relaxing in the Opal Lake
The next day we went to Dueodde.
This is a very different landscape than the rest of the island. This is a beach with white sand as far as the eye can see. Here we had yet another chance to let Pandora be free and we took a lot of photos there, as the colours were so beautiful.
It was a great day.
Pandora at Dueodde
Pandora at Dueodde, II
The last day we were at the island, we took a long walk into the rocky landscape. The rocks were ascending and the higher we went, the more careful we had to be with Pandora. As we went back down, we found a sort of natural bay, where Pandora could run free. She was so funny, blowing out steam again, jumping around from rock to rock, bathing and playing.
It was obvious that she missed her time off the leash.
Pandora blowing out steam
We eat several different places during the holidays, but I’ll recommend these:
At the Strand Hotel (Strandhotellet) in Sandvig we could bring the dog to the restaurant. Pandora was even offered water to drink.
At the cafe ‘Margeritten’ in Allinge, we ate outside, but we were treated very kind and Pandora was offered water
At the cafe ‘Det Gamle Posthuset’ also in Allinge, we went for lunch and Pandora was invited in. Great!
The trip, part III – Going home
The trip home was actually the hardest.
I’m not sure why, but Pandora was so stressed on the ferry this time. It took at least half an hour before she could relax, but finally she did. I think she might have been tired, as she didn’t want strange people to touch or caress her, just the three of us in her pack.
We came home Sunday night. Monday Pandora slept like a baby, eyes hard shut and dreaming.
I guess the trip had made an impact on her after all, or perhaps she was just having nightmares because of the harness.
PS. Looking at all the holiday photos when we came home, it appears that in 90 out of 100, a wolfdog is showing. How can that be?