Bjorn's History

I always dreamed about a dog, but my parents, as usual, didn't allow it. I would say that I was waiting for a dog all my,  quite a long  life.

Explanation: my Mom didn't want a dog in principle as one's have to go for a walk and it'll be very dirty at home. My Dad was strongly objected because of 2 reasons: we have a cat and he will be offended by a dog and dogs bark a lot.

One nice day - really nice as it became a start of a new life for our family  (including our cat) - my Mom carelessly said: «I'm going to retire soon and move to our country house and then I'll need a dog». Why should we wait, I thought, and tried to clarify for myself what kind of dog I want.

It was not easy as I simply wanted a dog, and never thought about a breed. Then we sat together and wrote down what kind of dog we want/don't want. Based on the main requirements retrievers suited most of all. Labrador are full of sociability and kindness to everybody! Golden are so beautiful and so easy get dirty! My Mom was in her own way: we're not looking for and an easy ways (and who told you that it should be easy and probably you'll leave this idea?), that's why the following condition appeared:  only black dog with golden's hair.

Now we got a Flat as a candidate. Seeking in Internet for the information I found an article "Flat vs. Curly». And that was the critical moment when our life connected with Curly Coated Retriever breed.

After I read the article I understood  - it's what I need, this will be my dog. I'm not going to repeat all merits of Curly, but!  As usual something was wrong. Dog's appearance surprised me, to tell the truth I didn't like it at all. Half face is very nice, but full face!  Gloomy, threatening appearance. Couple days I muttered: if to Golden's beauty add Flat's color plus Curly's character...

Character was more important and I decided to follow out and see this "strange" dog by my own eyes. I invited my friends  we went to a dog show where I lost  my heart.

Bjorn, Dak's Hanter Klavdia and Dak's Hanter Karhu

All questions were cancelled. Surely, everybody know how photographers can capture our heavenly beauty, but now we made sure that their "professionalism" apply to dogs as well.

We saw very quite, powerful, beautiful dog with nice astrakhan hair.

Now I had to persuade my parents. Dog show, bark and  bustle of Labradors and goldens. And here are they - black,  silent, full of dignity. Dak's Hanter Karhy, nonreactive to provoking behavior of one of the dogs.  And at last, so long awaited - "Yes"!

But it was only beginning. Expectation, expectation, expectation and here are we at home - our small deer, our black bat - Dak's Hanter Lodbjorn (Bjorn).

First days.

The night was a nightmare - pup howled and wimpered and categorically refused to stay alone at his place. Some time ago my Mom frightened me that if I don't give up smoking she'll start drinking and will sleep on the floor. It was not necessary to drink - Bjorn and Mom marvelously spent that night together.

Country-house.

Well, we like the country very much, but the relationship with our cat were not friendly. I mean that our small bear was ready to play but a cat will need time, and probably quite a lot, to accept a new family member.

Moscow again.

Morning walk. The brightest impressions - a young girl in white skin-tight trousers - were looking at her very lo-o-o-ng. An old lady with a stick. And surely absolute favorite - a yard-keeper. We noticed him from the boulevard and made very active attemptes to get to that guy with  a broom. When we finally got there, Bjorn stopped and looked at him like at ... (I'm afraid that comparison will sound like a  blasphemy), as a result we we're offered to present a clean broom we like them so much.  

Cleanliness - not questions at all - regularly  visits to a toilet place at  any time of day and night.

We liked transport very much, and we're not a snob - just open the doors and we're already in a bus, trolleybus, car.

It's so interesting to watch our doggy, and too long to talk about. It's our first dog and we like everything, we can't stop surprising his quick-wittedness.

From the recent funny.

One day when I came home I found Bjorn in my room (which was closed) on my bed. Besides it, my doggy was watching TV, Nothing special - we're strong now and it's so easy to open doors, find remote control, we were playing with it and accidentally pressed the button.

But when everything was restored (TV switched off, the remote control was put back, the dog taken back to his place)  approximately in half an hour the situation was absolutely the same.

I can understand that life changed a lot, for many years dogs destroyed furniture and shoes, now they are watching TV.

Even don't know -should I buy a cell phone for him?

Olga Plotkina

26.11.2005
Moscow