Pandora comes when I call.
Forget about guys walking on the moon, this is a much greater step for mankind.
My little girl has grown up obviously, and I still don’t trust her 100 %, but she has been so clever these last couple of weeks.
Apart from that, we had a great wolfdog week last week.
Thursday we met a little Wolfdog boy, Darius, 8 weeks old and just arrived to Denmark to live with his daddy.
Pandora was a little rough with him at first, but as she figured out that he was in fact a baby, she treated him nice and started to teach him to dig holes.
He was already capable of killing plastic bags and hide under the chairs.
He was such a darling, and I hope to see him again soon.
Saturday we went to the Medieval market in Copenhagen. Bethina joined us this year and we all went by car together with my boyfriend.
As we arrived a little to ten o’clock Saturday morning, Pandora immediately hated to be there. Too many people, too many smells, too much smoke coming from campfires and grills. She was shaking. Terrified and wildly stressed.
She didn’t want to talk to anyone apart from me, Bethina and Morten.
Later in the day she calmed down somewhat, but she hated every minute there. Again and again people in ‘our’ camp, tried to caress her, but she growled at all the men, so did she as we walked around in the market to see all the tents where stuff was sold.
A few selected (what they were selected by I have no clue) was allowed to touch her and had Pandora-hugs (those where you face gets all wet).
All people coming towards her saying:
– What a cute little dog, bending over her, dressed in armour, weird hats etc. were all stopped by her growling.
She never bared her teeth, but she did warn them all.
In the evening we had the first Wolfdog date. We met with Kasan, a 15 month old male outside the market area.
Pandora and Kasan played so well together. Pandora lured him to the little pond where they could bath, and afterward we went to Valby Stadion where these two dogs had all the play room they could ever dream of. Not a person or dog in sight. And so they played.
It was a positive end of the day for stressed out Pandora, and Kasan’s dad said he was very happy with their play, too.
Kasan is a little uptight towards people, but has a lot of self-confidence towards other dogs. I think his self-confidence will grow when he gets older. All he needs is a lot of trustworthy people around.
Kasan is a tall boy, and he is very good looking.
Thanks to his daddy for a couple of great hours.
As we came back to the market, all tourists were gone, it was turning dark and I sat down quietly with Pandora nest to me. Now she relaxed completely. And she was so tired.
She fell asleep, and some people sat next to us and caressed her. Now the fear was gone, she didn’t growl at anyone.
At night we slept in a tent. It was freezing cold and I woke up several times during the night shaking of cold. Finally I fell asleep, but was awaken by one of the attendances in the camp:
– Pandora is running around at the parking lot! Hurry up and get her, seven people are out there but they cannot catch her.
No of course they couldn’t.
In panic I hurried to the parking lot and saw Pandora trying to get away from everyone.
I had 1 tiny snack in my hand, and when she saw me, she ran away into a small wooden area.
I followed her, having flash backs to when she was two years old and was an expert in staying an arm’s length away from me.
She wouldn’t let me near this morning, so instead I went ‘normal’.
– Come on, Pandora let’s take a walk.
I turned away from her and started to walk.
She came running after me.
We came to a meadow and I found a small branch so we could play.
– Are you ready, girl?
I tossed the stick and Pandora ran for it. She returned it and I tossed it again. I could almost see normality seeping back into her body.
She returned once more and I could grab her and caress her.
My little girl hated the market.
But we had to go back for a short while, and as the number of visitors increased Pandora got more and more uncomfortable.
But luckily we had one more Wolfdate.
At one o’clock we met with Guard. This means, Guard was this crawling excuse for himself. His mum said that he was always this submissive in the beginning, and he especially had some fear for female dogs as he had been attacked by some not long ago.
But Pandora is a heroin and a kind one. We started walking with the dogs side by side and before we had reached the Stadion from the day before, Pandora had charmed herself into Guards heart.
As we let them loose on the lane, they played with fun and much respect. Guard no longer feared her and they had such a good time.
Actually the dogs were together for almost five hours and I swear, when we finally separated them, they were in love.
Guard was the most kind dog towards people. Everyone could caress him, but he hated other male dogs.
Somehow this was complete upperset of Kasan from the day before.
This just shows that no wolfdogs are alike. And you’ll never know what you get.
Socializing is very important, both with other dogs and with people.
And still your dog can change into a wild animal if he or she is frightened.
They all showed us that.
Is one enough?
It was a great experience to meet all these dogs. Unfortunately Pandora seamed a little sad being without friends monday when we returned home.
I seriously think that if Bethina (now auntie B), wasn’t going to have a puppy this summer, I would get one myself. I am a little insecure wether I have done the right thing only having one wolfdog in a country where this breed is so rare that there’s months between they meet their own kind.
It makes my heart bleed to think she is lonely.