Ja, that’s totally German. It’s actually not that fancy, it simply says, “Our Dog, Hänsel”.
Well folks, our wee puppy has grown into a BIG puppy. Hänsel is huge already and only four months old. My neighbors had German Shepherd dogs when I was growing up so I know how big they are when full-grown and I saw both of Hänsel’s parents, but still, Hänsel is a big pup! And a puppy he sure is! We have never owned a dog before so this whole puppy training thing is a whole new world. It’s basically like having a furry toddler with sharp teeth.
I know those of you with dogs are laughing at me right now…
Puppies are hard! House training was easy and only lasted a few days, but man-o-man, just going for a walk is about 100 times more effort than it needs to be. Hänsel is so big that when he pulls on his leash, it nearly pulls my arm out of its socket! We are trying to teach him that he is not the alpha and do not let him lead during walks (which is why my arm is dead) and keep him at our side or behind us. It works pretty well until he can sense that we are headed home. I won’t even go into baths! Ugh! My neighbors probably think we live in a murder house from the noise of that dog yelping from water.
But, even with the frustrations, we have truly enjoyed watching him grow. If we can keep up with his basic training, I’m sure he will a great family dog. I take him around the lot every morning and evening for livestock chores so he is really good around the rabbits and chickens. Honestly, he could probably care less about them, but what is important to me is that he does not chase or bark at the livestock. Success there! But should a deer or dog come in the yard, they best watch themselves.
Last week when I took him out to go potty for the last time that evening, it was already pitch black outside. In just a brief moment, I could have sworn I saw some thing sneak under the porch of the next door neighbor’s house. Now keep in mind that we have all kinds of predators around here: wildcats, bears (higher on the hill), coyotes, foxes, raccoons, stray cats, stray dogs, you name it. But that night, what I saw was smooth moving, silent, and big. Mountain lion? Ack! Hänsel quickly turned around, growled, sniffed, and then decided that we better head back into the house. That scared the crap out of me. Because not only is it completely possible that it was a mountain lion (I myself have sighted two on my street in the last 7 years or so not to mention all the female calls we have heard this year), but also because the neighbor’s porch was only about 25 feet from where I was standing.
Ja, that scared the crap out of me.
So our dear Hänsel has already proven himself defender of the family and hater of deer. He is a-ok in my book even if I don’t have arms by the time I’m done puppy training him.