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Mowgli’s last journey
The day came when Mowgli no longer wanted to get up. It came as a surprise, even though my old friend had been having problems for some time, so I already had the feeling in Romania that our time traveling together could soon come to an end. The day before had been particularly harmonious. While it was storming and raining heavily outside, he and Gina, a 12-week-old Romanian street dog girl who had recently joined us, lay peacefully near me and dozed. I was looking forward to a future with two lovely dogs and was extremely happy. Gina had already learned a lot from her big friend and he accepted…
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Dog traveling – now I’m talking!
This time Mowgli has the floor: Dear dog community, I ask so in the round: Is your human also so strange? A new car bed “We’re going on a trip,” my boss said. Excitedly, I ran back and forth, already looking forward to new smells, off-leash walks, cozy sleeping in the car, etc., but then: days of hammering, sawing, screwing, drilling…. “What are you doing?” asked my look. “I’m building a bed for the car, with slatted base and drawer, to fold down,” was the answer. Well then…
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When the puppy is sick…
… then his human suffers with him. He can usually help himself with not too serious illnesses, so that he gets better quickly. But seeing your pet suffering and not knowing exactly what’s going on can be really unsettling.
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Detective Mowgli saves the house
Actually, I rarely go into the basement. Sometimes I just need a few screws or put something down that I later want to dispose of completely. But that doesn’t happen often. Not that I’m scared of the basement, quite the opposite. It’s just not nice there.
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what my dog thinks
Well, I would like to know what he thinks. But he’s thinking something, I’m sure of it, even if it’s often a mystery to me because I think in words and he in dog language. There are sometimes problems with the translation, in both directions. But we are getting closer in our communication.
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I’m just a little dog…
... but I've experienced a lot. I am Polish by birth, born in 2014. My parents are unknown, but I am definitely a love child. There was probably an Australian Shepherd among my ancestors, possibly also a sheepdog. As a result, I have pronounced herding dog qualities that I can use well in my job. Some take me for a wolf, then I like to show my white paw.
